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

Hokusai Katsushika's face was determined as he was thinking almost in his heart. He could reject the evil god, so he could naturally walk out of the endless streets. The back figure in the distance that seemed to be out of sight at any time made him determine his goal and route. So he followed closely behind while keeping the maximum distance to ensure that he would not be discovered.

Duanmu Ye, who was completely unaware of this, stroked his head gently, and his body began to shake inexplicably.

The rain did not touch his body. The protective shield formed by the invisible flames was like the invisible wind field before, blocking the rain from eroding his body. The flames of Kthugya that were eroding his body all the time made Duanmu Ye seem a little overwhelmed in this unusual heavy rain.

"Is it Cthulhu this time... Then if it's the R'lyeh Text... it will surely alleviate this restlessness..."

The shaking body seemed to have reached its limit. Even though the rain from Cthulhu did not touch Duanmu Ye's body, at this moment, Duanmu Ye hoped that the rain would fall on himself rather than on the flames of Cthugha, because such flames could not be controlled as arbitrarily as Hastur's wind field, and such flames just conflicted with the heavy rain from Cthulhu.

Duanmu Ye took out the "R'lyeh Text" from his arms, trying to find some spell or ritual that could change the heavy rain.

If the ability of the Noble of Wind who could control the weather had not been returned to Van Gogh, and if the current feeling of weakness in his body had not been somehow connected to Van Gogh, and if there were no Command Seals on his hands as before, Duanmu Ye would have had the capital to reject Katsushika's request.

But at this moment, he couldn't help but miss the time when he was a Master, because then he could contact Van Gogh or Yang Yuhuan through the connection of the contract...

"Damn it, why is there only a rain-making ceremony?!"

Duanmu Ye wanted to throw the "R'lyeh Text" to the ground. To him, this magic book was almost like a decoration. It seemed that it had no other use except to summon some guys that he didn't want to summon at all.

It's impossible to use this book as a weapon to perform physical attacks, right?

Duanmu Ye walked unsteadily, his vision blurred as if covered by a layer of impenetrable fog due to the increasing temperature of his body.

"What bad luck... Could it be that I haven't escaped from the dream created by that octopus yet?"

Feeling the power that was almost uncontrollable in his body, and even the possibility of flames bursting out of his body in any second, Duanmu Ye kept complaining.

The streets around were deserted due to the heavy rain, with only a few vehicles driving around, splashing waves of rain water from the puddles. Several times, the rain even fell mercilessly on Duanmu Ye, but the moment it touched him, it turned into water vapor with a "sizzling" sound and evaporated.

Duanmu Ye put the "R'lyeh Text" back into his arms with an embarrassed look on his face. It was obvious that this was the result of his rejection of Hokusai and Oei. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was the only Foreigner Servants in this place who could summon them. Even though Hokusai and Oei's appearance was separated from his return, and unlike Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh, they did not leave the mark of the Holy Grail War on his hands the moment they came into contact, the Command Seals that symbolized the contract did not suddenly appear on his hands like a curse this time.

But the price of such a result is the absolute curse he suffers at this moment. At this moment, Duanmu Ye can't think of any other way to escape the erosion brought by the rain except letting Van Gogh bear the curse on himself.

Fortunately, a hint of yellow in the distant residential area has emerged in the hazy vision. I just need to reach that place, to the yellow house that can heal all the madness in my mind and all the trauma in my body...

Suddenly, Duanmu Ye felt an unusual aura spreading from his side. It was a kind of absolutely special magic that he had never felt before.

Turning his head to look in the direction where the abnormality came from, the dark purple mist was not obvious in this cloudy and rainy day. The continuously spreading mist was like a tentacle, touching everything around. Even when his eyes were fixed on the dark purple mist, an inexplicable curiosity arose in his heart, attracting others to approach the dark purple mist. Even Duanmu Ye took the first step in that direction.

Stopping here sent a chill down Duanmu Ye's spine. He knew full well that this magic wasn't something Hokusai or Owei could cast. He only instinctively felt fear towards it, a feeling he hadn't experienced even when meeting Hastur and Cthugha...

"What exactly happened here?"

This was the only thing that Duanmu Ye could think of at the moment. The irrepressible curiosity was like a physiological need that prompted Duanmu Ye to go forward and find out what was going on. However, his instinctive reason was somewhat in conflict with his physiological reaction, suppressing the urge to go forward and find out what was going on.

The Holy Grail War shouldn't have started so suddenly. Before the seven Servants were fully summoned, it was the preparation time for the Holy Grail War. Therefore, a seven-day Holy Grail War would often be prepared months or even a year in advance, and some Servants might have already been summoned.

Duanmu Ye was somewhat suspicious. Even though they were in the period when the Fifth Holy Grail War had just begun, there was no sign that the Holy Grail War had already begun. Was it possible that the Holy Grail War was still in preparation and the summoning had not yet been completed? Naturally, there was no sign that the Holy Grail War had begun.

However, how could such a thing explain what he was seeing at the moment? Such a creation was obviously not a product of the earth, and it could even affect him in this state. Duanmu Ye could not think of anything other than something from the outer gods.

So what is this?

Is it a maze summoned by Cthulhu? Or a special realm created by the stars that fell into this street? Or is it some inhuman creation created by some other messed-up god?

Duanmu Ye gritted his teeth. Even though he tried his best to resist, as his whole body gradually became hot, it seemed that some special emotion was being drawn out, and that emotion made him extremely uncomfortable and even thirsty.

Suddenly, a ray of light tore through the air in the distance, tearing the wind in the distance, and a slight whistling sound was heard.

Even though he was in such a negative state, it did not mean that Duanmu Ye, who possessed a small portion of the power of the Nobleman of Wind, could not detect the unusual movements and sounds coming from the wind.

The weapon that was whistling towards him pierced through the space. With just a few rapid and hot breaths, it was already less than a few dozen meters away from him, and could even be seen within reach.

However, Duanmu Ye did not turn around to check whether the object attacking here was a military missile, a Servant's projectile, or an arrow shot by Archer. For Duanmu Ye at this moment, nothing attracted him more than the object in the twisted dark purple mist in front of him, making it difficult for him to look away.

This state was clearly abnormal, and Duanmu Ye was aware of this. But what was even more clear was that the target of the attack wasn't just the bizarre mist, but more importantly, it was locked onto his body, or more precisely, his head...

"Stain..."

Just as it was approaching, Duanmu Ye, who noticed this, secretly made a "slurp" sound. Even without looking back, he could know who was targeting him with such an attack.

However, Duanmu Ye did not take any action on this matter. He just gently fell backwards. The spiral sword that was supposed to lock his head almost brushed past his nose. The familiar sword body had exposed its true identity in Duanmu Ye's eyes.

However, knowing the real name was of no use to that Archer. Duanmu Ye would even choose to fight with him after smiling indifferently...

Therefore, Duanmu Ye chose to remember this truth in his heart, and with the help of the explosion caused by the spiral sword falling to the ground, he broke free from the constraints of the dark purple mist. In the waves caused by the explosion, when neither the impact force nor the burning damage had any effect, he flew to the other side of the street and escaped from the spiritual control unscathed.

The nearly ten-meter-wide crater even covered part of the houses. Many ordinary people who were hiding at home and watching TV by the stove were exposed to the collapsed houses in the explosion.

It seemed like an attack like an insecticide. While locking onto the position where Duanmu Ye was standing, the range of the explosion covered the entire range of the dark purple mist with incredible precision, clearing it completely without any residue.

Duanmu Ye climbed up from the ground, alert to the possibility that the attack from the sky would target him for the second time, but after a while, no further action was taken.

When he looked ahead at the place still filled with smoke from the explosion, Duanmu Ye's expression changed slightly.

There was not a trace of magic power left, which even made him further understand who left that power. This residential area, which should have been more lively, seemed to be caused by this unknown dark purple mist. However, Duanmu Ye could not touch the source of this power. Even if he caught a little bit, it seemed to be wiped out by some unknown force and forgotten completely.

Duanmu Ye climbed up from the ground in silence. He did not continue to look at the worthless pit, but turned his head and looked in the direction where the spiral sword came from. There seemed to be a flickering light on the buildings that were much taller than those in 1994, which was firmly locked on him.

The rain continued to fall as usual, and without the sunlight, Fuyuki fell into unimaginable darkness.

The yellow house so close to him once again made Duanmu Ye feel a little dazed. This extremely strong sense of déjà vu made him hesitate again at this moment.

But this time, the door handle that he hadn't touched moved first.

Duanmu Ye had already prepared for battle. The inexplicable weakness and unexpected events along the way kept him on edge. If it weren't for some resistance, Duanmu Ye might have gone crazy long ago...

"Duanmu? Is that you?"

The sound came from the crack in the door. Van Gogh cautiously stuck his head out, as if he was frightened by something. He trembled like a frightened kitten, which made Duanmu Ye let down his guard a little.

The door was opened, and Duanmu Ye, who followed Van Gogh into the house, was still carefully looking for the differences in the house, as if he was trying to find the possibility that this was a dream.

But then, Van Gogh spoke in a low voice with some hesitation.

"Lady Yang Yuhuan and I have been searching for you for a long time, even trying to contact you through telepathy, but we couldn't get through. Lady Yang Yuhuan was so worried about you that she followed the Maid of Flame out... I wanted to go with you, but Lady Yang Yuhuan said that if you came back, it would be bad if no one knew..."

Van Gogh paused, as if there was something more difficult for her to talk about than this.

"Speaking of which...about ten minutes ago, I had a dream. In the dream, it seemed like you, Duanmu, encountered something. Is it really okay to act alone? Lady Yang Yuhuan and I are really worried about you..."

Van Gogh's words completely let Duanmu Ye let down his guard at this moment. Duanmu Ye could see the familiar worry in Van Gogh's timid eyes. This was undoubtedly reality, so what he had just encountered was also real?

Feeling that his spirit had recovered a little after entering the house, Duanmu Ye began to try to contact Yang Yuhuan, who was looking for him outside as Van Gogh mentioned, but what he got was a few words suddenly spoken by Yang Yuhuan.

"Duanmu! Don't come out! There's a Saber out there who specializes in killing noble magicians!"

Yang Yuhuan's voice stopped abruptly. Seeing this, Duanmu Ye's gaze fell on Van Gogh, who had a concerned look on his face.

"Something happened to Yang Yuhuan. I want to go out and take a look. Do you want to come with me?"

Van Gogh nodded heavily. She should have been at the front, and she felt bad being left behind.

"Can you bring little Baiyaki with you?"

Van Gogh pointed to Bai Yaji who was eating something not far away and asked for Duanmu Ye's consent. Duanmu Ye naturally had no reason to refuse such a request.

As the door opened and closed again, the two people who left the house quickly ran in the same direction. Amidst the sunflowers in the courtyard of the yellow house, a pair of scarlet eyes quietly observed everything that had just happened. A lamb slowly emerged from the bushes, passed through the wall, and disappeared into the courtyard...

——(The following are some complaints written by the author)

I'm crying! I was grinding the infinite pool when maintenance came up. Lilith finally got all ten bonds and five treasures, but now I'm 10 coins short of a second extra skill slot... Is it because I reached level 120?!

Suddenly I really want to write about Anastasia... It's definitely not because I chose her swimsuit in the four-star selection and was bewitched by her beauty!

The next book has been written. This book and this volume together will have two volumes + a great imaginary battle. Abby will also appear in the next volume. Although I want to drag Fox into the party, I was reported for writing about Sese before and suffered a psychological trauma, which resulted in me not being able to write about Sese in two consecutive books. Moreover, Fox has no connection with the Outer Gods, so it became a shelved project.

The first volume has 350,000 words, the second volume has 310,000 words, and the next two volumes may not have that many words, unless I fill them with more water than the second volume... (I kowtow to all the readers who subscribed to it)

If nothing unexpected happens, I'm going to pick up the last book and write it next month. It's not for the money or anything like that. After all, a book that's been out of update for a year won't get any recommendations no matter how much I write, and not many people read it. I just want to finish it and make the backend of this account look better, so that I don't end up like this book when a lot of people said it would be abandoned...

Sigh, I don't know why I suddenly want to complain. Maybe it's because I haven't written to this point in a long time. It reminds me of the previous update. But these days I'm really addicted to the infinite pool. I've drawn 230 pools, and I estimate I can draw another 70 times. I just don't know if I can still draw after the update...

Well, anyway, this book still has about 300,000 to 400,000 words of content. This month has been a bit rough, with the breakup and illness, and it's been a lot of troubles. Starting next month, I can't go on like this. I can't just ignore this side just because of the dual opening.

So! I'll update 1 words tomorrow! I'll try to update early so I can write 1 words a day next month, which is only an extra 2 words. This will get the book back to a minimum of 6000 words, or 8000 words a day. There's a bit of wishful thinking here, but FGO is such a love-hate relationship. It's so crap, but I just can't stop wanting to grind for resources.

This is Qingfeng. Thank you all readers for your support. Feel free to scold me or call me a liar. Anyway, thank you all for your support, which has allowed this book to be updated until now.

I look forward to seeing you all on the day it ends!

Octopus, Goat, and Carnival: Chapter 4: Yang Yuhuan Falls from the Sky, and the Inescapable Underworld

The heavy rain poured down like the tears of God, falling drop by drop in the dimly lit winter trees. The splashing water droplets stimulated a sound like a whisper, which, combined with the rustling of the moving crowd and the honking of vehicles on the street, formed an extremely incongruous picture.

"Have you heard? There seems to be a series of missing priests lately..."

"I heard it, I heard it! It was just reported in the news today. All Christians, regardless of gender, age, or even those imprisoned, have died suddenly and mysteriously! It's like they've been cursed. The news has spread all over the school!"

Having returned to the yellow house specifically, and after receiving Yang Yuhuan's warning, which sounded almost like a cry for help, Duanmu Ye unhesitatingly took out a 2024 Made in China raincoat from the entrance and put it on himself and Van Gogh. Although Van Gogh, possessing the full power of the Nobleman of the Wind, didn't actually need the raincoat to shield him from the heavy rain summoned by the Water Priest, one of the three great Old Ones powers he possessed...

However, the conflict of this power stems from the fact that two completely different Foreigner Servants have completely different levels of control over their power, in Duanmu Ye's judgment.

If Van Gogh's ability is compared to "domination", combined with the ability of the flower demon Usum, the control over water creatures and carbon-based creatures, this aspect of his ability.

So, just by simply coming into contact with Katsushika Hokusai and Katsushika Oei, Duanmu Ye had a somewhat new understanding of them in this version.

Whether it is Katsushika Oei or Katsushika Hokusai, their abilities should be more inclined towards "creation", creating dreams, creating illusions, and then controlling reality, allowing a person to do the same things under their guidance in a dream that is almost similar to reality.

If at that time, the drunken Katsushika Oei had accepted her existence as a matter of course, and taken care of her together with Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh, whose personalities had been reversed, Duanmu Ye imagined that perhaps from then on, in the dream that he perceived as "reality", under the guidance of Katsushika Hokusai, he would have become Katsushika Oei's Master in a daze, and helped them do things that he had never wanted to do.

The content of dreams can be completely changed by the caster. With the help of Van Gogh's ability, Duanmu Ye, who has used this ability before and has always been successful, knows very well what will happen if such ability is fully developed.

And this is one of the main reasons why he was angry about Hokusai's behavior and his rejection of Katsushika Yingwei's invitation!

They not only want to provide funds and magic power themselves, but more importantly, they want a puppet that they can control at will, which can provide the materials and funds they need and accomplish the things they want to do but cannot do.

As for what that thing was, Duanmu Ye had no idea...

Therefore, in order to avoid becoming their puppet for unknown reasons, Duanmu Ye chose not to have any relationship with them.

Even because of some adverse reactions that occurred during the previous heavy rain, in order to prevent such a thing from happening to Van Gogh, Duanmu Ye chose to put on a yellow children's raincoat for Van Gogh after he put on the raincoat, which was only yellow for some reason, to protect him from the strange rain everywhere.

Strangely enough, the adverse reactions I had experienced when I was exposed to the rain were no longer as severe as before after I put on my raincoat and went out again.

Even though he still had to rely heavily on the ability sharing provided by Van Gogh to be able to achieve the same speed as when he used the ability of the Nobleman of Wind before, Duanmu Ye, who was not very willing to use the Kthugya mode casually, was still very satisfied with the result.

In another area far away from the residential area and the commercial area connected to the residential area, which was formerly called "Xindu", it seems to be always covered by a large area of ​​black water mist.

Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh, who crossed the Fuyuki Bridge and successfully entered an area that was far less prosperous than the "old capital" that should have been abandoned, were also a little concerned about this somewhat incredible scene.

As Van Gogh and Duanmu Ye had personally experienced the "earthquake" and "flood" in 1994, they knew very well that those disasters that affected the entire city could be described as the first word "destruction followed by reconstruction". Now, 10 years later, even though the traces of new buildings are extremely obvious, those buildings with the same flashing neon lights as the old capital appear extremely dim, and look like hair salons in the red-light district of the 70s, with a visual impact that makes people stay away.

"You feel it too, right? This unusual feeling..."

Standing in the still busy street, Duanmu Ye's expression was extremely solemn. Looking at the extremely dim environment shrouded in mist that seemed extremely familiar, the first person he thought of was Katsushika Yingwei whom he met on that street. It seemed that only she could do something of this level.

However, the mist that covered almost half of the city was like a barrier, enveloping the entire new capital on the other side of the river, forming a stark contrast of light and darkness with the old capital of Fuyuki.

But in Duanmu Ye's judgment, Katsushika, who had lost her magic power supply, did not seem to be able to create such a large barrier. In other words, if she was really the initiator of this barrier, she would never have been so passive at that time. Even the lightning that struck her when she tried to stop him in the end was definitely not her work.

"It feels a little familiar..."

Fan Gogh muttered to herself, but Duanmu Ye, who was standing beside her, heard it clearly.

"It's normal to be familiar with you. During the time I lost contact with you, I encountered a new Foreigner Servant. If I were to address her by a normal name, Katsushika Don should be her name."

"What should Katsushika do?"

Van Gogh was a little confused. Although this was not the time to chat, he still looked at Duanmu Ye beside him in surprise and confusion.

Duanmu Ye did not answer Van Gogh's question immediately. At this moment, he did not forget why he came here.

The connection in his mind with Yang Yuhuan was based on the fact that they were both users of the "same flame". This level of connection was not based on a contract provided by the Servant summoned by the Holy Grail, but rather a spell based on the Chinese thought key patterns.

Although Duanmu Ye did not have the authority in this regard and had never had such ability, when he contacted Yang Yuhuan just now, he was able to continue the contact even when Yang Yuhuan was in crisis, and instead kept reporting Yang Yuhuan's experience and status on his way here. This was all thanks to Yang Yuhuan's subconscious use of a certain spell in the thought key pattern, which allowed Duanmu Ye to better master the ability without hanging up.

This is not just a connection between users with the same "flame", but more of a special connection between "master and disciple". Under such a connection, Duanmu Ye can clearly know the location of Yang Yuhuan.

"Strange, why does it overlap with our location?"

Duanmu Ye looked around, and apart from the vehicles and people coming and going, there was no trace of any Servant.

Duanmu Ye did not see any trace of Yang Yuhuan who was hiding in a panic not long ago, or the ruthless killer Saber in her description.

Despite the fact that this new capital was completely shrouded in darkness and filled with a certain degree of strangeness, Duanmu Ye was still somewhat curious. Yang Yuhuan's position was clearly overlapping with his own, yet he couldn't see her figure...

Duanmu Ye frowned after observing the surroundings in vain. When he instinctively raised his head to look at the sky, a familiar pretty face was falling from the sky in panic, facing him.

Subconsciously pushing Van Gogh away, Van Gogh, who possessed the abilities of the Wind Nobleman and the Water Priest, would not be hurt by such a push, but Yang Yuhuan was different. There was not much residual power of Cthugha in her body. Now she was basically the same as Van Gogh who had just arrived in Tokyo in 1945, an ordinary girl with a few abilities provided by her ideological foundation.

The smoke and dust suddenly stirred up, and the huge impact even caused passing vehicles to vibrate slightly, and many Hondas were slightly paralyzed...

Duanmu Ye, who was at the center of the impact, was the first to appear in front of Van Gogh, who was coughing lightly, when the smoke dissipated. As he knelt on one knee, Yang Yuhuan, whose head was almost touching the ground with her arms, seemed to have fainted due to excessive fright.

Duanmu Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had been troubled more than once by the fiery magic power provided by Ketugeya that was constantly overflowing from his body, at the moment when he caught Yang Yuhuan, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but feel fortunate that his body had been strengthened into a superhuman one. Even though he caught Yang Yuhuan who was falling from an unknown height without any preparation, his arm was only slightly numb and hot, and was not torn off directly as it should have been.