Little Garden 76-80

Title: Artoria Realizes the Truth

“Alright, Lily. How do you feel now?”

After Aslan helped Artoria obtain a Spirit Status for her Servant body, he asked curiously.

Honestly, the relationship between a Heroic Spirit and a Servant was rather too abstract—so abstract that Aslan didn’t know how to handle it.

For example, it was like different puppets created by Aozaki Touko.

Their memories, emotions, and even origins were exactly the same. Even they themselves believed they were the same person.

But to others, they were all copies.

That’s why it was difficult. After all, the Artoria who had pledged loyalty to him—the one he knew—was the Servant Artoria, not the Original Body on the Throne of Heroes.

Things became abstract and philosophical. Are two existences with identical memories and emotions considered the same individual?

Philosophical—it was too philosophical.

Fortunately, Aslan had learned the technique of granting Spirit Status through Algol, so he didn’t need to worry too much.

He could directly grant Spirit Status to the Artoria he knew, then unify them at the level of Spirit Status.

Spirit Status was like a Saint Graph. Even if memories and emotions were identical, only the Original Body truly possessed the Saint Graph, while the others were merely Avatars.

So, what kind of existence was this Artoria who had been granted Spirit Status?

In a certain sense, Artoria was his Avatar, since Aslan had split off a small portion of Arthur’s Spirit Status for her.

Artoria would be regarded as Arthur, but in terms of Spirit Status, Arthur wasn’t Artoria’s Avatar.

“I don’t feel any issues, and all my strength has returned. It also feels more real.”

Artoria clenched her fist. Right now, she felt as if she had reclaimed her original body.

When Aslan said he would reclaim her Original Body from the Throne of Heroes, Artoria had prepared herself to become mere information absorbed by the Original Body from the Throne of Heroes.

But now... she couldn’t explain what kind of situation this was. It was a feeling beyond words.

She was still herself, yet she had truly become Artoria.

“But somehow, I feel my power has become far stronger.”

Artoria felt slightly unreal. Her current strength seemed to have surpassed even the Original Heroic Spirit, Grand Spirit Origin, and the Artoria hailed as the goddess wielding the Holy Lance.

“That’s normal. After all, I granted you Spirit Status by splitting my own.”

Becoming stronger was natural. After all, Aslan had truly lost a portion of his strength to Artoria.

“Will this affect you, Master? Such immense power?”

Artoria asked with concern. After all, this power was too great. Even increases from the Holy Lance and Holy Sword weren’t like this, right?

“A little effect? But not much. Besides, I don’t lack this kind of strength.”

“Maybe I just lost a tiny bit.”

Aslan made a pinching gesture with his fingers and spoke indifferently.

After all, Arthur’s Spirit Status was essentially Divinity bestowed upon him, so he didn’t feel any pain at all when cutting it.

He estimated that when he returned to Little Garden’s Central Core later, after being observed, perhaps the Central Core would refill him once it obtained new information?

Moreover, Artoria’s status was now Arthur’s Avatar, so it couldn’t be considered a loss.

“Is that so?”

Artoria’s voice was slightly small. Aslan’s aura didn’t seem weak at all.

It seemed this really didn’t affect Aslan much.

But if so, Artoria became even more astonished. Just how strong was this existence, who was also Arthur?

(Is he really a Servant or a Heroic Spirit?)

(Or rather, is he truly Arthur Pendragon?)

Artoria doubted this deeply. But based on her knightly oath, loyalty to Aslan, and personal desire, she finally suppressed the curiosity within her heart.

“However, Master, just how strong is your power now?”

Artoria asked curiously. It seemed she also wanted to verify her suspicions.

Especially after seeing Merlin beside Aslan, Aslan mentioned that it was his Noble Phantasm as Arthur—Knights of the Round Table—that allowed him to summon knights to assist him.

Merlin was simply called out.

Yet, Artoria sensed that the Merlin before her was the true Grand Caster.

“Mmh... Maybe I could destroy a star in a few seconds?”

Aslan said after hesitating briefly. Perhaps he just needed a short time to gather power.

“It’s not that extraordinary either. Let’s just say it’s from the universe of Saint Seiya.”

In the Saint Seiya universe, each individual truly possessed the power to easily destroy stars.

“Saint Seiya... What is that?”

Artoria shook her head in confusion. But Aslan had no intention of revealing further information.

“Just nonsense. Don’t think about it. Consider it idle chatter.”

Aslan flicked Artoria’s forehead, asking her to calm down and first get accustomed to her current power.

After all, with Little Garden’s Central Core’s support, even if Saint Seiya characters truly appeared, Aslan wouldn’t panic.

He’d bring them to Little Garden and let the gods and Buddhas there deal with them.

“Wait, Master, there’s one more thing I want to confirm.”

Artoria said with a serious expression. Because Aslan had distracted her, she almost forgot the important thing she needed to do.

It was about Aslan’s identity. Was he truly Arthur? If he was Arthur, why did he have an Oriental name?

Why was his power so overpowered?

“What is it?”

Aslan looked at her curiously too. He wondered what she would ask?

Or had she finally realized his identity?

“Master, are you Arthur from another world?”

Not a Parallel World, but Arthur from a completely different world?

“So, you’ve doubted for a long time? Only to ask this question?”

Aslan said, slightly stunned. He’d been waiting in vain all this time.

“I can confidently say I am Arthur, but the specific circumstances—you’ll have to judge for yourself later.”

After all, Aslan wanted Artoria to act as his substitute at crucial moments. He definitely wouldn’t hide information about Little Garden from her.

“Is that so?”

Artoria also sighed in relief. She felt as if she understood everything.

So the so-called Outer-Demon God was Arthur from another world? Was this world threatened because of his existence?

With that, she no longer needed to worry about the world being destroyed. Artoria also breathed a sigh of relief.

-

Title: Angra Mainyu All the World’s Evils

[Project Number: UC-0001 (Elizabeth)]

Containment Level: Keter
Containment Procedures: Must be stored in an isolated Biosafety Level 4 laboratory. The laboratory must be equipped with a complete airlock system and independent ventilation to prevent virus spread.

All personnel entering Laboratory UC-0001 must wear specialized biological protective suits and undergo strict sterilization procedures before and after entry. Any sample of UC-0001 must be handled and studied under stringent security protocols.

Description: UC-0001 is the [Mother of Blacklight Virus], exhibiting a highly mutated biological entity with exceptional adaptation and regeneration capabilities. UC-0001 can infect other organisms through direct contact, bodily fluid transmission, or airborne pathways, rapidly transforming hosts into aggressive [Blacklight] monsters. Physical attributes of UC-0001 include but are not limited to: enhanced strength, speed, and stamina, as well as the ability to release and control the [Blacklight Virus].

Document Attachment: The origin of UC-0001 remains unclear, but it is believed to be linked to rituals or experiments of ancient civilizations. The discovery location of UC-0001 is [DATA DELETED]; the organization discovered UC-0001’s existence during an investigation of abnormal activities in that area.

Experiment Notes: All direct experimentation with UC-0001 must be approved by Umbrella Corporation board-level personnel.

Experimental records indicate that UC-0001 possesses extremely high adaptability against various attacks. After exposure to attacks including but not limited to conventional weapons, extreme heat, and extreme cold, it rapidly develops adaptive mechanisms.

When severely damaged, UC-0001 can quickly regenerate through unknown means.

Incident Report: UC-0001 once escaped containment, resulting in several personnel becoming infected and transformed into [Blacklight] monsters. The incident was eventually contained, and all infected personnel were isolated, with security protocols fully enforced.

WARNING WARNING!!! [DATA DELETED] ACTION FAILED!!! [DATA DELETED] [DATA DELETED]

[DATA DELETED] is now officially renamed [Angra Mainyu].

“Seems sufficient, right? Anything else to add?”

Aslan twirled a steel pen and gently touched his cheek.

He was constructing the newly reconstructed Spirit Status for Blacklight—crafting Blacklight’s past, and the origin of its Spirit Status.

Though entirely fabricated, as long as enough people believed it, even lies could become reality.

Little Garden was exactly such a world.

This was one method of obtaining the Poet’s Status—the ability to make others believe fictional poetry was real, truly affecting people and altering the fate of the world.

Although it sounded noble, Poets were essentially just liars. Only these liars had deceived history and fooled the entire world.

This was part of the legacy left behind by Canaria, which Aslan discovered in the No Name library.

“Oh right, there’s also the process of how [Elizabeth] became [Angra Mainyu].”

“Though I don’t need to state it explicitly, it must be convincing—a truth that can be investigated.”

People wouldn’t believe truths told to them by others, but instead deeply trust information they deduced themselves.

Therefore, the more you want others to believe, the less you should say it directly.

After thinking briefly, Aslan continued writing.

Elizabeth, a young girl who lived carefree in the countryside, until one day a group of people in isolation suits took her to a laboratory and assigned her the number UC (Umbrella Corporation)-0001.

Then she was locked inside the lab and subjected to cruel experiments, including but not limited to blood extraction, cutting, poison testing, extreme heat, extreme cold, nuclear radiation...

After countless experiments, they discovered a horrifying compatibility between Elizabeth and the XX virus. Even after fusing with the virus, she became nearly immortal, possessing unimaginable adaptability.

Or rather, evolutionary capability. She evolved at millions of times the rate of ordinary organisms, adapting instantly to new environments.

Finally, after innumerable experiments, Elizabeth ultimately evolved into the ultimate lifeform most desired by Umbrella Corporation. She was immortal, adaptable to any environment, and capable of consuming and absorbing the memories and genes of others.

And then, the apocalypse—the Biohazard.

Believing they had become a higher form of life, they felt justified in dominating the world and creating a new one.

So they willingly released the virus they had researched, attempting to plunge the entire world into apocalypse.

Of course, the plan both succeeded and failed. After Umbrella Corporation created the Raccoon City crisis, Raccoon City was destroyed by a nuclear bomb.

To prove their innocence and nobility, they cast all blame for the world’s destruction onto Elizabeth, who had always been used as an experimental subject.

Elizabeth always believed she was contributing to humanity, enduring experiment after experiment for that purpose.

In the end, her fate was to bear all the evil responsible for the world’s destruction—and be utterly annihilated.

Afterward, the world returned to peace as usual, yet the virus’s influence remained. At least everyone in this world now had someone to curse and vent upon.

No matter what evil occurred, they could blame it on her.

She seemingly became the factor causing all evil in this world. All evils were caused by the influence of the virus she released.

Everyone in the world was innocent. All criminal impulses stemmed from the virus’s influence, not their own will.

Did Elizabeth die? Elizabeth died.

The naive young girl who wanted to contribute to humanity died. From her remains arose a monster named Angra Mainyu.

Since you all believe every evil impulse in the world comes from the virus, and that she destroyed the world,

Then let her truly destroy the world.

The button for world destruction had been pressed since the first experiment. It was only that the virus concentration wasn’t sufficient, and everything was in incubation—except for Raccoon City.

Now Angra Mainyu, the source of all evil in this world, acknowledged that he was indeed the source of this evil.

So he decided to fulfill his mission and do what an Evil God must do.

Thus, he detonated this final button.

The world was destroyed.

“How is this story? A tragedy leading to world destruction, and also the birth process of All the World’s Evils.”

Aslan gently spun the steel pen in his hand. The pen danced like a butterfly in his palm.

“Little An?”

Aslan seemed to ask, but no one was beside him now.

No—not no one. But a lump of black mud without consciousness or personality moved twice, as if responding to Aslan.

“Displacement Magecraft—the shifting of Boundaries between illusion and reality.”

By exploiting the ambiguity and degradation produced by Displacement Magecraft when shifting objects and concepts, Aslan could touch upon a fragment of Boundary power.

After all, in Little Garden, time and space were also classified as Boundaries.

“All the World’s Evils, Angra Mainyu.”

-

Title: The Black Contract Falls from the Sky

Boundary ability was indeed useful. Even if he only used spatial power to awaken a sliver of Boundary strength, it was enough to temporarily turn the Spirit Status he created into reality.

Then, as the manager of the World Boundary, the Queen of Boundaries—what could Halloween do?

Could she perform Touhou Project on Yakumo Yukari in her Ultimate state, unlimited in power and omnipotent?

Yukari was a god, only seventeen years old—one chaos equals one year.

Of course, Aslan couldn’t reach that level. All he could do now was add another identity of “All the World’s Evils” onto Blacklight.

Another identity for the false Last Trial of Mankind named All the World’s Evils Angra Mainyu.

But who says that beneath this false identity of the Last Trial of Mankind, there couldn’t be a true Last Trial of Mankind?

It was like losing your diploma but remembering the number. You forge a fake diploma with the real number. Who could say this diploma is fake?

“Then, Grand Servants summoned by the Counter Force—aren’t you ready to face the Last Trial of Mankind?”

Aslan gently twirled the illusionary Magic Card of All the World’s Evils Angra Mainyu in his hand, and an anticipatory smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“I hope this drama is satisfying enough.”

White sparks ignited the illusory Magic Card. It didn’t burn, but gradually became real as power poured into it.

Then...

*BOOM!*

A loud sound echoed. The Magic Card seemed to explode from excess power, transforming into countless scattered black light specks that vanished under the light.

In the sky above Fuyuki City, an unimaginable anomaly occurred.

Like heavy rain, countless black letters fell from the sky, scattering across the ground.

A passerby curiously picked up one letter and opened it.

“What’s this? A contract document emitting black light? I don’t get it.”

He immediately threw it away. In his mind, it might be some kind of promotional flyer dropped by an American helicopter.

Yet, the moment he touched the black contract document, he had already joined the game.

The contract document made of Blacklight Virus mixed with black mud had already marked him.

Unaware, he had already been infected by the Blacklight Virus.

A Demon Lord was such an unreasonable existence, and the Demon Lord known as the Last Trial of Mankind was even more so.

Now, the entire Fuyuki City would become the first step for All the World’s Evils Angra Mainyu to spread the world-destroying virus.

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“Rider, quickly look—what is that?”

Waver pointed at the black letters falling from the sky with a horrified expression. His instincts told him these black letters were absolutely not good.

The malicious intent from these black letters was almost overflowing. He felt chills just looking at them from afar.

He wanted to run away right now. At this moment, he’d never wanted to flee Fuyuki City more than ever.

Iskandar seemed not to hear him. He picked up a black letter and opened it curiously.

“Waver, don’t be such a coward. Be brave and see what tricks they’re playing.”

After reading the contract document, Iskandar immediately handed it to Waver.

“This is a challenge letter. A challenge from the Demon God destroying the world.”

Iskandar said very seriously. Yet amid this seriousness, he also felt excitement and passion he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Conquest—he wanted to lead his vast army, together crush the conspiracy of the world-destroying Demon God, and conquer the world-destroying Demon God himself.

This was his path of conquest!

“What nonsense? So it’s a challenge letter after all.”

Waver sighed in relief. He thought the letter was poisoned or cursed.

With his shallow knowledge, he couldn’t see the deeper meaning behind it.

Waver picked up another letter curiously, opened it, then immediately threw it away.

[Gift Game: Good or Evil in This World?]

Participants: All residents, Servants, and Magi in Fuyuki City.

Host Victory Condition: The Blacklight Virus infects the entire world, and the world is destroyed.

Participant Victory Conditions: One, defeat the host leader. Two, break the virus and create a true antidote.]

“What the hell is this? Do you call this a challenge letter?”

Waver sat on the ground in fear, speaking slightly broken. Wasn’t this a declaration of world destruction?

Others had already finished preparing, but we’re only learning about it now.

How can we possibly play?

“Waver, don’t you trust me?”

Iskandar said with a fierce expression. He believed the Counter Force wouldn’t randomly send Heroic Spirits without reason.

With Ionioi Hetairoi housing fifty thousand Heroic Spirits, what could possibly stop him?

As long as he defeated the Demon Lord, everything would be resolved!

“Rider?”

Waver stared at the powerful red-haired man before him and finally chose to believe Iskandar.

However, Waver also began searching for information about All the World’s Evils and thinking of ways to solve this game through Magecraft.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

On the other side, at the Einzbern Castle, Kiritsugu fell silent as he looked at the black contract document that had fallen from the sky.

“Iri, maybe we’ll have to fight alongside Heroic Spirits again.”

Kiritsugu lit a cigarette, smiling helplessly. The next second, he took out the pistol and ammunition he hadn’t yet stored and placed them on his body.

This time, he had no time to doubt whether the Holy Grail had been tainted by All the World’s Evils.

After all, now All the World’s Evils was right before his eyes. Wasn’t that clear enough?

When he received this black letter, Kiritsugu froze momentarily.

At that moment, he seemed to see the future of this world—everywhere was apocalyptic wasteland.

Cities had become ghost towns, blood and strange plants everywhere. Zombie-like monsters roamed freely.

The whole world remained the same, except now it was far quieter, eerily silent.

The primate species called humans had vanished, becoming zombies.

In the further future, the writhing black virus even infected the planet itself, consuming more worlds.

It reminded him of the target he once killed at the cost of his adoptive mother—Odd Borzak, a Magus who researched the Zombie virus.

His Zombie virus was modified from Dead Apostles and wasn’t highly contagious. It only infected people into Ghouls.

But this virus could even spread through the air.

No wonder the Counter Force was alarmed.

-

Title: Nuclear, Clues, All Gathered

The male King Arthur had once revealed that the Holy Grail had been tainted by All the World’s Evils.

This might be the key clue.

Kiritsugu thought so, yet he still organized his equipment. If possible, he also wanted to prepare some heavy weaponry.

“Maiya, do we have anything stronger? Even nuclear?”

Kiritsugu asked with a cold expression, extinguishing the cigarette in his mouth.

He didn’t particularly like smoking. If not for the pressure from dreams or the unknown future vision he’d just seen—something too overwhelming for him—He wouldn’t smoke to calm himself. He had quit smoking nine years ago.

“Right now, only a few major countries possess nuclear weapons. It’s not something we can obtain.”

Maiya replied without hesitation. Although Magecraft was mysterious, Magus were merely a profession.

Before actual government politicians, unless they were Grand-ranked or even Magician-tier individuals, Magus couldn’t win.

Obtaining nukes was too delusional.

Magus were simply a more mysterious profession. Even in ancient times, or even during the Age of Gods, Magus were always like sewer rats in the shadows.

Especially in the modern age of advanced productivity.

In the eyes of high-ranking officials, the existence of Magus wasn’t a secret. They simply lacked popularity, and once widely known, they would become like maggots—mysteries stripped away.

The most crucial point was, once Magecraft principles were researched, the mystery vanished.

Thus, the magical world and the surface world didn’t have good relations.

Don’t overestimate Magus. Some well-trained fighters could easily slaughter most Magus.

A sixteen-year-old boy, Soujuurou Shizuki, could defeat the Phantasmal Species Golden Wolf twice—even without physical strength above average.

One could imagine how strong superior fighters must be.

Magus could only act arrogantly within the magical world.

When facing national power, they remained helpless. Even in certain world lines, the Greater Grail itself could be seized by others.

“Try anyway. Who knows, it might work?”

Kiritsugu didn’t want to place hope in illusions either.

But he had to prepare for the worst-case scenario—preparing to perish alongside humanity’s strongest weapon.

Just as before, for the sake of this world, Fuyuki City could also be sacrificed.

“I’ll contact the intermediary.”

Maiya said nothing, immediately contacting the broker.

Kiritsugu lit another cigarette and took a deep drag.

Soon after, the intermediary responded.

“Brother Emiya, I guarantee you won’t guess what we’ve gotten.”

A rough voice came through the phone.

These were people he knew from his time on the battlefield. Many of his weapons came through them.

“We’ve obtained an unexploded nuclear bomb in Florida, USA. I don’t know if Brother Emiya is interested?”

“How much?”

Kiritsugu didn’t hesitate, immediately leaving the price to the other party. Whatever the cost, he would buy it.

After all, an unused nuclear bomb was useless to them, but with alchemical Magecraft, reigniting it wouldn’t be difficult.

“Brother Emiya, you’re truly straightforward. The fixed price is five million US dollars.”

“Fine.”

Then Kiritsugu hung up and took a strong puff of his cigarette.

Now things might have reached their most dangerous point.

They could even obtain nuclear bombs. How anxious was the Counter Force?

Though he’d acquired the nuke, Kiritsugu felt no desire to laugh.

He could only hope that humanity’s proudest weapon could kill All the World’s Evils.

He hadn’t fully believed King Arthur’s words at first, but now he believed them slightly.

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At the Church.

Risei, with white hair and wearing Supervisor attire, deeply bowed to Kiritsugu.

“Thank you for the information you provided. In return, until the Holy Grail War ends, the Church will offer protection for you and your wife.”

After that, Kiritsugu left. He needed to seek help from the Einzbern family.

As a Magus family skilled in alchemy, it shouldn’t be difficult to repair an unexploded nuclear bomb into a portable tactical nuke.

“So the mud really was there!”

Inside the Church, Gilgamesh spoke with a savage, brutal expression.

He now desperately wanted to vent his rage, furious that such filth dared taint his body.

As a Demi-God, Gilgamesh could perceive the essence of the letter even with Sha Naqba Imuru sealed.

The letter was poisoned—or rather, the entire letter was essentially a creation of an extremely filthy virus.

When he touched it, the invasive virus tried to infect him, penetrating cells within his body.

If not for the relevant Elixirs within the Gate of Babylon and the fact that he was essentially a Servant body,

He might have actually been infected.

That’s why he was so enraged.

Worse, due to the massive number of black letters falling, the entire Fuyuki City was now filled with Blacklight Virus mixed with All the World’s Evils.

To him, the whole city smelled like excrement.

Even worse, he’d touched it with his own hands. He genuinely felt disgusted.

Originally, All the World’s Evils was already disgusting enough, let alone the even more repulsive Blacklight Virus.

This thing was a virus that truly turned humans into mud (Zombies).

Gilgamesh was utterly disgusted.

Yet, despite his disgust, in critical moments, he would bear everything by suppressing his revulsion.

Right now, he only wanted to completely annihilate the disgusting All the World’s Evils that made people cease being human!

He must eradicate this thing that turned ordinary people into Zombies!

As soon as he finished speaking, Gilgamesh’s figure vanished, transforming into Spirit Form.

Then he appeared at Ryuudou Temple.

Currently, those gathered at Ryuudou Temple weren’t just him.

There was also Scáthach from the Land of Shadows, King of Conquerors Iskandar.

And King Hassan, standing silently beside them, Azrael in hand.

They had all gathered here thanks to clues provided by the Church.

“Where are the other Servants? Why have only a few heroes come?”

Iskandar said with slight dissatisfaction. He still wanted to see the heroic styles of other heroes. Of course, he’d prefer other heroes witnessing his army.

It would be even better if they were willing to join under his banner.

-

Title: You Shouldn’t Have Awakened Me

“Take it easy, King of Conquerors.”

As Iskandar shouted, a faint chuckle echoed from somewhere unknown.

Accompanying the laughter, several figures stood there—already present, though no one knew when they had arrived.

They were Aslan, Artoria, Manaka, as well as Drako and Merlin.

“We’ve arrived.”

Aslan spoke, summoning his Armor and Noble Phantasm. His gaze was fixed on the chasm beneath Ryuudou Temple.

That was where the Greater Grail lay—and also the place where All the World’s Evils, Angra Mainyu, would manifest.

Nevertheless, to dispel suspicion regarding this identity and All the World’s Evils, what better way than participating directly and proving their truth by opposing it?

“By the way, were you all waiting for us before acting?”

Aslan looked around at the Servants with a provocative stare, a hint of disgust in his eyes.

“I mean, even though I’m clearly the strongest among you, you shouldn’t rely on me too much, right?”

“Nonsense. I can defeat it myself.”

Gilgamesh replied with a throbbing vein and a false smile. He still hadn’t settled things with this man.

After all, the other party had forcibly locked the Gate of Babylon without his permission.

“In that case, good luck!”

Aslan pretended to cheer him on, then snapped his fingers, casually taking several comfortable chairs from Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon and sitting down.

“Please, King of Heroes, show us your performance.”

Anyway, Aslan had come only to watch the spectacle—and perhaps put on a little show himself.

He was more interested in seeing how Angra Mainyu would appear after merging with All the World’s Evils, combined with an illusory Spirit Status.

Would it meet his expectations? What would be the output and appearance of that illusory Gifted Spirit Status?

“Hmph! Mutt, then watch my heroic feat!”

Gilgamesh snorted coldly. He crossed his arms before the massive hole, facing the writhing black mud within.

He would ignore this man’s insults for now. Once he dealt with All the World’s Evils through absolute power, he’d settle their score later.

“Hey, Iskandar, and Master Hassan, do you want some of this guy’s Divine Wine?”

Seeing Gilgamesh ignoring him, Aslan grew increasingly unruly. After all, the Gate of Babylon held countless treasures.

It wouldn’t matter much if he took a few. Aslan spotted a lake of Divine Wine.

“Delicious wine. I won’t hold back.”

Iskandar wasn’t polite at all. He immediately grabbed a cup of Divine Wine from Aslan’s hand.

After drinking it, wiping the wine dripping from the corner of his mouth, Iskandar sighed contentedly.

“Truly worthy of being part of the King of Heroes’ collection.”

“Of course. There’s nothing within my Gate of Babylon that isn’t a treasure.”

Gilgamesh said proudly. A bit of wine meant nothing to him.

Besides, Aslan wasn’t a thief. He had no interest in stealing items from Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon.

He preferred simply taking them openly, right in front of the owner’s eyes.

Aside from moving several luxurious chairs, tables, and Divine Wine, he did nothing else.

Meanwhile, countless golden ripples appeared behind Gilgamesh. From within those golden waves, Noble Phantasms of various shapes shot forth.

Swords, spears, axes, halberds, whips…

They fired from the Gate of Babylon like bullets, aimed at the quietly writhing black mud.

At first, they were somewhat effective, causing minor damage to All the World’s Evils.

But soon, as the Noble Phantasms were swallowed and vanished into All the World’s Evils,

All the World’s Evils rapidly developed corresponding resistances—against purification, high temperatures, poison, and more.

The Noble Phantasms could no longer harm it at all.

Just like Another Cosmology Avesta Absolute Evil, the ability Aslan created for All the World’s Evils was evolution.

After being attacked by any assault, it could develop appropriate resistance and counterattack from the opposite direction.

All the World’s Evils also possessed infection capabilities. Once a Noble Phantasm was swallowed, infected, recorded, and simulated,

The crucial point was that Type-Moon contained numerous strange conceptual attacks and special abilities.

If it adapted to most of Type-Moon’s unique conceptual attacks, then upon returning to Little Garden and being observed again, there was a high chance he’d obtain a sufficiently powerful Resistance Gift.

Little Garden also had special conceptual attacks, though not as bizarre as Type-Moon’s.

In Type-Moon, counters mattered above all. Special attacks could overcome even Divine Spirits.

“It seems useless.”

Scáthach said, watching the calm, ripple-free form of All the World’s Evils.

“Even its Avatar hasn’t manifested yet.”

All the World’s Evils could survive, but they couldn’t win.

With the corrosive nature of this virus, if All the World’s Evils endured just a few days, it was estimated that this world would soon consist only of zombies.

Their arrival meant nothing.

“Shut up. Of course I know that.”

Gilgamesh was slightly angered by the complete lack of reaction from All the World’s Evils.

Was his attack truly so weak? Not even capable of damaging his opponent?

“Corrupted treasures—I don’t need them.”

Gilgamesh sneered. He immediately detonated the Noble Phantasms he had fired at All the World’s Evils.

*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*

Like bombs exploding, countless masses of black mud burst apart and scattered everywhere. Even Aslan almost got caught in the blast.

The principle was the same as Emiya Shirou’s Broken Phantasm—only Shirou exploded the Noble Phantasms he projected.

Gilgamesh, however, exploded Noble Phantasms taken directly from his Gate of Babylon. Since they weren’t projections, their explosive power was even greater.

Finally, the black mud exploded. Angra Mainyu, hidden within, finally emerged.

Angra Mainyu, with silver hair and olive skin resembling Illyasviel von Einzbern, slowly raised her head.

She gazed upon these Heroic Spirits and spoke softly:

“You shouldn’t have awakened me.”

The next instant, every ordinary person in Fuyuki City—and even Waver—began spewing thick, black blood from their mouths and eyes.

Almost instantly, the black blood enveloped half of Waver’s body.

“Rider, help me! I don’t want to die!”

Waver’s cowardly voice rang out. As a Magus, he managed to endure for a short while.

But the other citizens of Fuyuki City weren’t so fortunate.

Moments later, deformed zombies surged toward Ryuudou Temple.

They slaughtered everyone still alive there.