Magician in Type-Moon

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In this eternal paradise, there is no strife, no suffering, only endless peace and tranquility.

Matouchi saw himself standing in the middle of the green space, surrounded by a magnificent sea of ​​flowers. A gentle breeze blew, and the petals danced lightly, as if waving to him.

"I really want to lie down and take a nap..." Matou Ike looked at the illusory scene in front of him, somewhat mesmerized.

The 'companion' simply watched silently from the sidelines, showing no intention of offering any assistance; they merely stood by and watched.

For him, it was no big deal, just a little pollution. The source of this pollution was already... well, whether he succumbed to it or broke free from it.

The former simply means that this dream journey will end early, and his strategy will be adjusted accordingly.

As for liberation, that's even less of a concern.

But for Matou Ike, this temptation was immense.

"If only I could get some sleep... But is this really the life I want?" Matou Ike struggled with this thought.

The Garden of Eden before my eyes is so beautiful, carefree, peaceful and tranquil, as if all worries have been left behind.

He did indeed yearn for this kind of life, but deep down, another voice was questioning him:

Is this really what you're after?

Matou Ike's thoughts were in turmoil. He did want to live a carefree life, but was the scene before him really like that?

The beauty of illusion versus the filth of reality.

Two images collided in Matou Ike's mind...

Suddenly, a woman who seemed to be an angel appeared in front of Matou Ike, with a pure and flawless face, long glaze blue hair, and elfin pointed ears.

It was as if it was beckoning to him...

"Medea?...Who is Medea?" Matou Ike murmured to himself, his memories hazy and unclear.

The woman in the illusion approached gently, extending her hand, her voice soft and clear:

"Come, Master, isn't this the very wish you sought from the Holy Grail?"

Matou Ike was stunned.

This image appeared in his deepest memory, and the magician he had spent three months with was also included in this list, becoming the person he trusted most in his heart.

"This is your wish, grant it." Medea smiled, her voice filled with endless allure and tenderness.

The Holy Grail... a wish... it's all so tempting...

Matou Ike extended his right hand, as if to shake it.

But the next moment, the 'little helper' flipped out of its palm and fired a shot loaded with special bullets directly at the graceful figure in front of it.

The illusion shattered instantly, the false beauty was destroyed, leaving only the filthy reality.

In that environment, the 'Medea' who reached out to Matou Ike was actually a newly formed sea monster, and Matou Ike's hand, which was holding the 'little helper', was now hovering above the sea monster's mouth.

The specially made bullet struck the nascent sea monster, and flames quickly spread across its body.

The sea monster let out a shrill roar, struggling in agony. Its tentacles flailing wildly, but were quickly consumed by the flames, turning into a pile of charred remains.

Matou Ike withdrew his hand and coldly stared at the sea monster that had been burned to ashes.

"Oh~ I didn't expect you to break free from this illusion on your own. What made you realize something?" the 'companion' asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"I don't know, I don't know myself. Maybe it's instinct, an instinctive resistance to those things."

Matou Ike glanced at his 'comrade' beside him. He had too many questions he wanted to ask the other person, but there were some things that everyone should know in their hearts and keep to themselves, and some things that should not be asked in person.

However, just a moment ago he regarded the other person as an absolutely trustworthy partner, wanting to ask questions and seek answers. Having lost most of his memory, he now regarded the person in front of him as his only reliance.

At this moment, Matou Ike is more like a newborn baby, openly expressing both her emotions and malice.

"Why didn't you help me just now...?"

This question stumped his 'comrade,' who had preconceived notions that Matou Ike would never ask such a childish question.

Why shouldn't I help you? Why should I help you? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and any mature person can deeply understand this.

This child seems somewhat unsuitable in some aspects; perhaps it would be better to choose a different person to carry out the plan...

(silence)...

The 'companion' looked at Matou Ike in front of him and slowly walked towards him.

He stretched out his hand, covered in an ominous and tyrannical black-red mist, and enveloped Matou Ike's head.

He simply patted Matou Ike's head, just as he had patted Angela Mainyu's head back then.

The pressure must be immense, right? The things you do always seem to contradict your own wishes.

Although that part of the memory was implanted, memory is ultimately just memory. A person's growth will not be drastically changed by the sudden implantation of a part of the memory, unless it is a replacement of the personality.

It's okay, I will pave the way for your future, but how you walk that path is entirely up to you.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again next time." The 'comrade' leaned close to Matou Ike's ear and promised him.

At this moment, the contract has been established, and the brief words have been regarded as a commandment between heaven and earth. Under the witness of the King of Hell, these words will become a law, binding the two of them forever.

We are all the abandoned, my child.

Chapter 104 Original Sin

Matou Ike was somewhat confused by her 'comrade's' sudden actions. Wouldn't it be easier to explain such things?

Now that it's turned out like this... it's actually kind of touching.

Matou Ike shook his head, suppressing his doubts.

He looked at the sea monster's corpse, which had been smashed to pieces.

Matouchi frowned. This sea monster had just been born from the black mud and was filled with a stench and a putrid smell.

“This black mud will create new monsters,” Matou Ike said coldly, a chill running down his spine at the sight of this eerie power.

Matou Pond silently gazed at the pool of black mud, which seemed to have a life of its own, constantly churning and surging, emitting a low gurgling sound.

Suddenly, countless bubbles began to emerge from the surface of the black mud. When the bubbles burst, the splashed droplets emitted a strong, fishy stench.

A slender tentacle slowly rose from the black mud, followed by more tentacles emerging.

The tentacles were covered with sharp suckers, and the black mud was like a living swamp, giving birth to these hideous monsters.

A huge head gradually emerged from the black mud, dripping with disgusting slime.

Multiple pairs of eyes on its head gleamed with an eerie light, as if secretly watching Matou Ike and his 'companions'.

The head opened its enormous mouth, filled with sharp teeth, and a deep roar came from the depths of its throat, shaking the entire room.

Then, the entire monster's body slowly emerged from the black mud, revealing its enormous and ugly appearance.

The monster's body was covered with thick black scales and emitted a putrid stench.

Its tentacles waved constantly, as if searching for prey, and its entire body was in an unstable state, constantly deforming and twisting.

Recalling the previous summoning circle, and this corrupt hall that is constantly teeming with monsters.

This is somewhat like...

The scene before me was exactly the same as the monster-spawning room in my previous life's game, with monsters constantly being generated and summoned away.

Who exactly established this mechanism?

"Wasn't this city built by an evil god? Why is the sea demon, as its offspring and follower, being treated like this, slaughtered and used like a pig?"

He muttered to himself, a chill creeping into his heart.

Matou Ike recalled the scene she had seen in the plaza earlier: rows and rows of sea monster corpses, which she had initially thought were caused by some kind of ritual.

However, now that I think about it, the city may have changed hands.

The city, once built by an evil god, has now become an endless monster-spawning zone, and the sea demon, as its offspring and follower, has become an object to be recycled.

There's nothing left to investigate in this room; all we can do now is keep moving forward.

“Let’s take another look ahead,” Matou Ike suggested.

Before he finished speaking, his 'companion' had already walked forward on its own, and Matou Ike followed closely behind without hesitation.

After walking several dozen meters forward, Matouchi, with the help of the flashlight given to him by his 'comrade', saw seven tall, heavy black stone doors on the wall deep in the hall, lined up in a row.

Strange runes were carved on the stone gate, completely different from those on the walls outside the castle, as if it had only been built recently. The runes shimmered with a magical aura.

As Matou Ike hesitated over which door to enter, her 'comrade' spoke up.

"The runes on the first door say 'Pride,' and then in order they are 'Wrath,' 'Envy,' 'Greed,' 'Lust,' 'Sloth,' and the last door says 'Gluttony.'"

“The Seven Deadly Sins? But this order doesn’t seem to follow the biblical order…” Matou Ike said, frowning, feeling a little confused.

“That’s not true. It’s arranged according to the order of death of the seven original sinners,” the 'companion' explained.

"You mean to say that the seven gods are dead?" Matou Ike couldn't help but ask.

The 'comrade' nodded and continued to explain:

"No, some died, some went mad, and some fled, but in the end, only one survived..."

"The last one?"

The 'companion' smiled slightly and pointed to the last door:

"It's the door you're about to walk through, the Gate of Gluttony."

After pondering for a moment, Matouike decided to act on the advice of his 'comrade'.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the "Gluttony" gate, his "companion" following behind him. The black mist around him contracted, as if preparing for what was to come.

"Are you ready?" Matou Ike stopped in front of the door and turned to look at his 'comrade'.

His 'comrade' nodded, signaling him to continue. Matou Ike reached out and touched the runes on the stone door, feeling a strong surge of magical energy, as if responding to his touch.

Behind the door was a pitch-black space, filled with a strong stench of decay.

Matou Ike took a deep breath, suppressing his inner unease, and stepped into the "Gluttony" gate.

His 'companion' followed closely behind, black mist slowly floating around him.

Upon entering the dark space, Matou Ike found the ground beneath her feet sticky and slippery, as if covered with a thick layer of rotten matter.