Magician in Type-Moon

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"……what happened?"

Matouchi was also somewhat surprised. He thought that Bai Ruolong's disappearance was just to give Kiz a chance to make a comeback.

He thought his rivalry with Kiz wouldn't end completely with this incident.

After all, things here were all done in a very rushed manner.

"It's impossible to make a pact with God for free."

Bai Ruolong turned her head and answered Matou Chi's question without any politeness: "It's impossible to make a contract with a god for free."

He continued calmly, "If you fail, you lose your life. That's the contract... That being said, the contract is blatantly unfair."

The brown-skinned youth clicked his tongue, seemingly feeling a bit helpless about Kiz's decision:

"This is more convenient for my stinky dad, right?"

"exactly."

Kiz acknowledged.

That was indeed a fatal wound, and this time his tone was filled with undisguised pain.

Staring at the arm that had pierced his chest, the pain made him gasp for breath, yet he was powerless to resist.

"My human body is already dead. As a bounded field, I will deteriorate sooner or later if the spell is not completed. I don't even want to imagine what that would be like. Letting you end me here is the best choice."

Kiz laughed heartily, incredulously.

Things that change.

Things that will not change.

Things that will never change.

"I understand what you're saying." Kiz gazed at Matou Ike, a complex emotion in his eyes, but no trace of regret in his tone.

"To remain unchanged is to give up on survival. I once thought that even so, there was still time. Ah, two thousand three hundred years, is that really too long?"

Bai Ruolong slowly withdrew her arm from Kiz's chest, as if to separate everything from its disappearance and existence. Kiz touched the dark hole in his chest, his gaze lowered, and he fell into an unspeakable silence.

"But Ruolong, you... could it be..."

"I had a transplant surgery." Bai Ruolong's voice was clear and calm, as if she were stating a fact.

Upon hearing this answer, Kiz's eyes widened suddenly, a look of undisguised surprise and shock flashing in them: "That's not bad! My God, has my foolish disciple finally surpassed his teacher here!"

His smile carried a mixture of pain and a hint of relief. At that moment, Kiz no longer seemed like the dead man oppressed by fate, but rather someone who had accepted their destiny.

His laughter was weak, but it also seemed like a final farewell to his past self.

He then turned to Matouike, his expression suddenly calming down, but his tone still carried a hint of displeasure:

"It's infuriating that you can solve it so easily, so I'm telling you first."

He paused, as if considering how to say his next sentence.

"That guy's true form should still be in the Himalayas. But you probably don't have time to deal with that mess."

His words were like a stone thrown into a lake; they landed gently, yet stirred up deep ripples.

Kiz's gaze held a hint of amusement, perhaps mocking Matou Ike's busy situation, or perhaps lamenting the end of his own destiny.

"I have my own considerations, so I won't trouble the magician of the Wandering Sea with your concern," Matou Ike said calmly.

"Really? A god will appear there too. Don't you want that? You know, you didn't get any real rewards this time, except for the information."

"It must be the god carved in the Library of Alexandria on the seabed."

Matou Ike rolled her eyes.

Unlike the god that Elgo devoured, there were two other gods.

One is a secret kept in the Library of Alexandria—the god who adjusted Elgo into the ultimate calculator, the god of reincarnation.

Then, finally, only the fifth god remains a mystery.

"There's one last thing I want to confirm."

"That's what Matou Ike said."

"If I treat this bet as a forfeiture of the competition, giving you the option to resort to such drastic measures... ultimately, you could have done the same thing even without the bet, right?"

"Perhaps. That being said, there would be far more people getting in my way in that situation, and it might not be any better than it is now."

Kiz's twisted and vanished, leaving only half of his mouth.

"Besides, how could I possibly do such a thing? That would be like giving up before even having a proper gamble, it's a bit embarrassing."

“I feel the same way.” Matou Ike nodded deeply.

Kiz chuckled softly.

“Hey, Van Fem. At least give me one last service.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a white figure suddenly stood up.

That was Van Fem, wearing a white top hat.

A bowler hat was also behind him.

"There's really no way."

He snapped his fingers, and the storm surrounding the Desperate Joy Ship immediately dissipated.

Night has fallen on the world.

The fierce battle just now seemed to have never happened, and the night sky was completely silent.

"What a beautiful night."

Kiz said.

Many stars shone brightly, and the pure white moon appeared.

"That bastard is so hateful."

Whispering to the moon, she continued in a song-like manner:

"Ah, time, flow on!"

In the play "Faust," the protagonist Faust is tempted by the devil and utters the words, "Time, stand still, thyself, so beautiful!"

"At that moment," Kiz said.

"You can already become ugly."

Lines suddenly appeared on the illusory face.

In the blink of an eye, those lines transformed into countless wrinkles, turning his youthful beauty into that of a centenarian. The old man then crumbled like a withered leaf, turning into black dust.

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Dust that could not be held back drifted away with the wind like a phantom, and everything blurred into a lie in an instant.

The black dust was swept away by the waves and gradually disappeared into the endless void, as if nothing had been left behind.

Goodbye, Matouike.

Bai Ruolong murmured, her voice carrying a detachment that seemed to belong to another world, as if she were bidding farewell to an ending that had long been destined.

As he finished speaking, he pushed off the ground, and his phantom wings unfurled gently, creating a storm-like ripple. The ghoul's figure rose gracefully into the air, disappearing swiftly into the night sky.

"That location that stinky old man mentioned, right? If we're going to fight, it'd be better to coordinate with the final stage."

Bai Ruolong's voice echoed in the air, carrying a hint of nostalgia, as if every emotion from that period of time had turned into an echo at this moment.

Then, his figure disappeared completely into the distance, leaving behind only an empty night sky and an unspoken destiny.

The crowd remained silent for a moment, their eyes still filled with indescribable emotions. Only one person walked forward with firm steps.

"It's really too long, Kiz."

Van Fem murmured softly, his words low and heavy, carrying an unspeakable sorrow.

He strode to the bow of the ship, gracefully removed his top hat, the brim swaying gently in the breeze, creating soft ripples.

Then, he gently tossed his top hat into the air, letting it drift away in the wind and disappear into the night.

In the void, several white doves spread their wings and took flight into the distance. They seemed to disregard all rules, breaking free from the shackles of the night, and flapping their wings towards the moonlight.

Their feathers scattered in the wind, as if bidding farewell to this dramatic fate.

"Beautiful things exist all over the world."

"Van Fem said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the distant, silvery world. His tone was like singing a requiem, distant and sorrowful."

That was the closest place to the sky he knew—an endless expanse of silver earth intertwined with the pitch-black sky, creating this moment of eternity.

Between this boundless silver land and the night sky, a figure suddenly appeared.

“...Kiz.”

The woman's voice was soft and low, like a whispered bubble, breaking and dissipating in the void.

She stood in that vast silver world, like a pure white flame, scorching and mysterious.

She is Mushiki, the woman whose fate was intertwined with Kiz's for centuries, and who ultimately met her end.

"It's finally over, you idiot," she whispered, her voice gentle yet filled with overwhelming exhaustion.

She closed her eyes, as if this moment of peace was the end of all her fate.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and all the conflicts and destinies, with her whisper, turned into a gust of wind and dissipated into the endless void.

Watching Kiz's figure gradually disappear into the night sky, Matou Ike did not look back.

His gaze returned to the beam of light from the ceremony, his eyes piercing through the endless ripples as he stared at the ring that was about to merge with the spaceship.

The beam of light grew increasingly dazzling, seemingly devouring everything real and illusory, and the surrounding space was violently distorted by this powerful force.

Cracks began to quietly appear, spreading rapidly like a shattered mirror.

Their edges emanated a chilling aura, which condensed into a thin frost that trembled slightly on the cracks.

An eerie chill permeated the air, as if even the passage of time had been frozen in this moment. The cracks were like bottomless fissures, vaguely revealing unsettling shadows.