Madness for the Wonderful World

(...I was thinking, am I crazy to write this kind of plot.)

【Please, Einzbern Chat Room Season [-]】

White-haired woman: "Hello everyone, this is [Please, Einzbern chat room] prepared for the protagonist of this book, Yu Shengming, who suddenly broke out in the Holy Grail War and who is not aware of the situation! I am the host, love Because~~”

Fujimura Taiga: "?"

Fujimura Taihe (flutter): "Master, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) I opened Tiger Dojo! But I haven't used it yet, why did I come here again?" ?”

Einzbern: "Shut up, I told you not to come again! And don't stick your nose on me!"

Fujimura Taihe (wiping his nose) "Well, when did I come here once?"

Einzbern (tired): "Forget it, you are the only one who enters the Holy Grail and then enters again, then answer the readers' questions."

Fujimura Taiga: "Okay! Master! Let me read it. Some readers asked, [Abigail was born in 1692, why was she in Fuyuki City in 2004?], Master, I feel strange too?"

Einzbern: "Is this one of the themes of the novels that are popular with readers? The time-traveling plot is similar, but it's not the time-traveling of the protagonist, but the cute little Abigail time-traveling to the protagonist's time."

Fujimura Taiga: "Hey?! Isn't that a fateful encounter?!"

Einzbern (takes out a pistol): "By the way! Although Abigail is indeed a child who is several hundred years old in terms of age, but the only body is a 12-year-old girl, so I would like to What does Abigail suggest to get a quick-acting medicine from my dear secret store."

Einzbern (shame): "By the way, I am nineteen years old~ I am a young and lovely wife"

Fujimura Taiga: "I always feel that Master is younger than me from before to now? Forget it, the next question is, [Are there any loopholes in Yu Shengming's vision, text, and books to see the original text? Form?], strange question, what is that vision? Is it the vision to peep under the girl’s skirt?”

Einzbern (angry): "No~ Why do you think I would answer this kind of question that requires a loophole to be the correct answer!!"

Fujimura Taiga: "But readers have to answer."

Einzbern (waving hand): "Then just ignore it."

Fujimura Taihe: "...The next question is [How does Yu Shengming take care of his sister]? Oh? Is there a sister?"

Einzbern (starting to feel bored): "As long as you have money + sibling love, why ask such a simple question? Anyway, the setting is like this."

Fujimura Taiga: "But Master, is it okay to talk about the setting of the characters in our book?"

Einzbern: "It doesn't matter, the Holy Grail is already full and it's about to burst, and all the people who participated in the battle are those who like to break the rules. If it doesn't matter, all human beings will die in a short time, why do you care about this kind of problem? , alright~ let's go eat dessert! (laughs)"

Einzbern: (Run!)

Fujimura Taiga (chasing): "Wait a minute, master, it's noon, and you won't be able to eat desserts!"

Chapter 9 Yu Shengming's Eyes Are Dark

This is a dark, damp underground space. Countless flesh worms with indescribable shapes are wriggling and crawling, trying to find the humans who entered this space as usual.

The old man with a cane standing among the insects began to open his eyes wide, revealing his set of neat teeth, his face distorted by the corners of his mouth, and he was laughing wildly at something.

As if responding to the old man's excitement, the insect swarm began to make more violent sounds, crawling, flapping wings, gnawing, and countless dense sounds played.

But it only set off the voice of the old man.

"The immature actors on the imperfect stage pulled the innocent audience up with their impromptu ideas to cover up their immaturity in performance, but unexpectedly, it set off the innocent audience who were pulled up."

"That's the beauty of the show."

"However, the impromptu performance is over. He is no longer of any use as he is not an actor. It is almost time to regain the authority of the actor and let him return to the auditorium."

"Two Holy Grails, hahahahahaha——"

The old man was still laughing wildly, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for five hundred years were beginning to vent.

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The brain was going crazy and howling, as if something wanted to boil his brain, and the whole head was as rough as a rotten towel, trying to twist his head into a shape he didn't recognize.

I don’t need it anymore, I don’t need it anymore, just throw away such a head full of pain, please someone will cut off such a head.

As long as it is cut off, it is like cutting off the excess sarcoma, and it will be much easier for myself.

But the opening of the mouth can't make a normal sound at all, only the raving that a crazy person can make, the language has been completely turned into useless language, even if it can speak normally, it is useless, because I am from the beginning to the end.

They are all [monsters] that cannot be understood in words.

In his extremely painful mind, he began to recall the indifference, arrogance, hatred, curses, and various emotions of the flesh and blood figures, all of which were vented to himself.

He obviously didn't do anything, just lived like the flesh and blood dolls.

But the malice of the flesh-and-blood figures all surged to him, and he started to resist, and then got more desperately away and even greater malice.

In the end, why did I get along with these flesh and blood dolls...

The maddening pain is still tormenting me, and I want to pray for someone to help me, but I understand that all this is the same as usual, no one will save me, and no one will help me.

Let's just give up... obey the pain like malice, and then you will become much more comfortable.

Then, the head filled with chaos was injected with some kind of liquid, something that could stop the head from howling. As a result, the mad spirit drove him to instinctively start hunting with his teeth, trying to devour the kind that stopped him. Something crazy.

It is hard and cannot be eaten, but there is indeed some kind of liquid flowing out on the surface. After eating it to no avail, it becomes like holding and sucking, trying to absorb all the liquid in the mouth.

"You don't need...to be like...me,...as long as you are...good enough to offer...a tribute to me."

Like a voice from the void, the voice was intermittent, extremely vague, no, maybe it was the fragmentation of consciousness that made him start to speak intermittently.

That extremely tough tone came to order himself, as if he was the master.