I, Who Saved Xingyue, Became the Master of Xingyue

"Since I became your teacher, if I leave suddenly, who will teach you mathematics? The illiterate saint..."

Tian Yang said jokingly.

The corner of Joan's mouth twitched fiercely, why, do I have the feeling that I want to hit this person?

Chapter 13 Encounter of Fate

Feel a strong sway.Magic power is expelled from the stripped nerve.The soul is melting, melting, dissolving.Clearly conscious, but unable to think.The feeble instinct was saying something sadly, but to "him", it was just the faint cry of a beast.

Can't know, can't think.Completely unable to construct logic.Unable to assert himself, unable to assert whether he is alive or not.

Even so, since it exists on the earth (there), there are still things that can be obtained.Such as intelligence, and time.Given the time to receive information and organize it, knowledge can be produced there.Knowledge makes words that have been so elusive until now.

——I am living.

Simple fact.It is a natural fact that even a crying baby can subconsciously understand, but until now, he has not been able to know what it means to be alive.

time flies.

Get intelligence.

gain knowledge.

Ever since Realization, that cycle has been spinning with extraordinary speed.Originally, he was a creature created based on a magic circuit.The understanding of knowledge is quite amazing.

There are humans coming and going, companions walking through, and monsters passing by.

The humans stared at us indifferently.The companions looked at us with eyes of faint emotion.And the reactions of the monsters are varied, there are people who are not interested, there are people who stare sadly, and there are people who are very interested and want to find out.

Even so, nothing has changed.The cycle of intelligence and knowledge just goes on and on.

Knowledge that is as messy as tatters is now organized, classified, and neatly piled up just like the books in a library.But the more information he stored from the outside world, the more heart-piercing he felt in his chest.

He subconsciously chose to ignore it and continued to gather more intelligence.But the more he collects and understands, the more he can't ignore that feeling.

If you convert your heart into a numerical value, "that" accounts for [-]%.Even if something that can no longer be ignored is in front of my eyes, I still choose to keep it.

This must not be dismissed as an act of lack of courage.After all, acting without courage is based on an understanding of acting courageously.He hadn't yet understood that it was cowardice.It's just that I accidentally choose to ignore it.

——Fate is in circulation.Transform, twist, and go berserk.

Before his eyes, stood a human and a monster.No matter which side, it is a person who has passed by his eyes countless times.

The name (code) of one side, I remember it was Luo Xie, or Master.

And the other side, called Caster, or teacher.

"—Try to program it into a magic circuit."

Hearing what Caster said, Luo Xie nodded and replied:

"Then, use the homunculus over here..."

He scrutinizes the content of the conversation carefully.Magic circuit——to use magic, it is an indispensable pseudo-nerve.It is on this axis that we (homunculus) form the flesh.So, what does it mean to be programmed?

A chill came from the spinal cord, like bugs crawling back and forth.This is the unmistakable, certain fate of death.

Using the cyborg here——using, in other words, consuming.If used, while gaining something, something will also disappear.

Since it was cast, no matter what the situation is, it has always maintained a certain number of heartbeats, just because of the less than one minute of dialogue, it is strongly turbulent.

Retrieve previous conversations. Caster and Luo Xie, the two have had many conversations about the golem.Rather than saying it is a man-made life, it is better to say that it is a mechanical puppet constructed through magic and earth and stone.The reason for incorporating them into a magic circuit is to create a golem that can weave magic

With creation comes consumption.If what is created is a "golem that uses magic", then what is consumed must be a "homunculus with a magic circuit"

He finally understood the truth about the chills.

Consumption is annihilation, and annihilation is "death".Even if I know this sentence, I can't understand it.

"First of all, let's use about three. Hmm... this, this, and this"

I was pointed at myself.The brightly colored death pinched him tightly as if to suffocate his heart.The [-]% that I have neglected is sternly proclaimed.

- You are going to "die".Since he was born, he was immediately sealed into this magic power supply tank, and now, everything will be consumed meaninglessly, just for the trivial reason of "being targeted very accidentally".

The two gradually left.He was sure that before he died, he still had a little hesitation.

Despair set in.What I have always chosen to ignore is this, this is it.There is no meaning of creation at all, and even the meaning of existence has not yet been activated.

Obviously so, but he couldn't cry, couldn't regret.He could only stare blankly with empty pupils.

...No, is that really the case?

He thought, thinking desperately.Can you really, can't do anything?I just blindly believe that "I can't do anything", isn't that the case?In fact, I am doing something that other artificial humans cannot do... At least, I have obtained information, thought about it, reached a conclusion, and am afraid of it.I have already done so many things.

So, go a little bit, a little bit further.

It was pure coincidence that "he" who was enclosed in the water tank that provided the Servant with magic power would sprout the germ of himself, and it was pure coincidence that he was designated.

However, when the two overlap, they have the same weight as fate.

- Get moving.

For the first time in my life, I moved a finger.He worked hard, clenched his fists, raised his arms.

- Get moving.

Check the situation again.He understood that he was being enclosed in emerald green preservation solution for the efficient supply of mana.Put aside the meaning of existence that has not yet been activated for the time being, and figure out the current purpose.Must get out of here, right now.

——Move!

He flapped his arms, banging on the reinforced glass frantically.But he immediately understood that this was a meaningless behavior and gave up.It is impossible to break this piece of glass with the physical impact produced by oneself.

He thought for a moment and scanned his own magic circuit.He, who absorbed the mana in the atmosphere and provided mana to the Servant in order to manifest it, was ready to activate the circuit.

"—Strasse/Gain"

Cut off the supply.Use the language you know, let your own mystery drive.Desired result is destruction, leaving hands in contact with strengthened glass.The magic power that had already flowed into the body caught the destination and rushed towards the palm of the hand immediately.

Grasp what kind of mineral the glass you touch is.The magic power has deteriorated, and it can be destroyed with the most suitable and minimum force.The hands were full of light——the reinforced glass was shattered with just a weak force like a balsa wood plank.

Immediately, the body fell outwards.Try to connect with the world that should be isolated.Despite being torn apart by the shattered glass behind him, he fell towards the passage—the present world.

I feel bad, something is wrong.Chest tightness, want to open mouth but find it can't.

His mouth was suppressed by something like a respirator.Peel it off and take another deep breath.

"...Goo, ah...!!"

Choked violently.A burning pain in the throat.Inhaling the gas with a strong odor, there was a spasm-like pain in the lungs.

must escape.Fast, as fast as possible!

The goal has been decided, and I am about to stand up—but I find that the act of "standing up" has not penetrated the whole body.Weakly tried to stand up, but fell embarrassingly.Couldn't walk at all.Crawl on the ground with both hands and let the body move.

A small distance has been advanced.Calm down, he said to himself, lifting his upper body up on his elbows.Land on your feet.The frail ankle whimpered—he ignored it and slowly straightened his knee.

Then, take that step.

Gravity hits every time you step on the ground.There is always the pain of being pressed by someone, the sticky fluid is very unpleasant.

Breathing finally began to calm down, but I didn't know the way to go.Clearly, it's just that I will die here.

Sent a groan.Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.After going through such hardships, all I got was a few steps away.

Walking, escaping from this place—a sense of futility welled up in my heart, as if I had dedicated my whole life just for this trivial act.He scolded himself for being decadent, and devoted himself to the homework of "walking".

A faint groan came from behind, and he tried his best to suppress the urge to turn back.He knew what that groan meant.Ignore it, that's all I can do.In contrast, now only forward is everything.

He leaned on the wall, meditating step by step in his heart while walking.Before I knew it, I had come from the room I had been in all this time to the corridor covered with stones.Blood continued to flow from the feet.The baby-like soft feet finally stepped on the ground for the first time just now.A small stone can easily tear the skin.

Blood is flowing.Pain strikes.The amount of information, which is very different from when it was soaked in the solution, was rubbing violently in the brain.Due to the thick atmosphere, the lungs are always in oppressive pain.

How far can a body that is supposedly not designed to walk go?The hallways felt endless, stretching on and on without change.Realizing that he could no longer walk, he crouched weakly.

Weak breath, violently beating heart, completely unsuitable body, not only walking, but even standing are rejected by them.Without overwhelming heat, the tips of hands and feet became icy cold.The blurred vision, the voice that is fading away, unable to think logically, can only despair at the approaching death.

—What a meaningless life.What a meaningless existence.

Born meaninglessly, dying meaninglessly.What I should do is just tremble for the cruel reality.

Boredom, I don't know what I'm bored with, in short, it's extremely irritating.Very afraid to close the eyes.Always felt that once I did that, I would never wake up again.Fear of sleep, fear of being imprisoned by darkness, fear of the world.The only thing that is not scary is yourself.Because, I (I) have nothing.Nothing is owned, nothing is inscribed.Colorless and transparent, I am just that.

"...?"

Inadvertently, my heart was shocked.

He found that there was something other than himself around him.When exactly did he come to his side.His mind was extremely confused, and he was so frightened that he even refused to know who was beside him.

Eyes caught him.He knew by feel that he was being seen.Although he thought he had to escape, he couldn't do it anyway.The body curled up in fear.The silence that seemed to overwhelm him made his heart beat unbearably.At this time——

"What's wrong with you, you'll catch a cold if you look like this?"

The words that came were not contempt like tearing the body apart.Just warm words worrying about his body.

He raised his head reflexively, and his eyes met.

He took a breath slightly.I have seen that face once before.He was one of the monsters who grimaced and glanced at himself.If I remember correctly, his name is Rider.

"Are you going to catch a cold?"

Rider repeated that sentence with a smile.But I didn't know what words to use to respond to him.However, he is waiting for his own answer, and he alone knows this.

Subconsciously, muttering something in a hoarse voice.As if he couldn't hear clearly, Rider brought his face closer and tilted his ears.

do not know anything.What to believe?What action should be taken?I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know anything——.

Consciousness disconnected.It seemed that he had passed out, and he was afraid when he understood this.Just walking is such a pain.Even so, I still want to live on... He prayed from the bottom of his heart.

----

Rider Astolfo found a squatting boy in the passageway of the castle.

What should I do?He thought so.

"In short, we must save him", this matter has long been determined in his mind.What he was thinking about was actually how to save the boy.

"Let's move him away for now."

As long as he decides what to do, he acts extremely quickly.

Rider took off his cloak, wrapped the boy up, and carried it on his shoulders. He was a slender Heroic Spirit.But it's not a problem to carry a human being.

However, he immediately worries about where to move the boy.

I don't need to talk about the room I was assigned, because every few hours, Master Selenekai would call him out.Even if it is a Servant summoned by himself, is it too stubborn to be so stubborn, Rider thought so.