Comprehensive comic; People are in the wrong place, there is a dimensional simulator

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"Legal reaction"

This is one of the seven weapons.

A special weapon used to collect information and create spirit and personality.

Theoretically, if enough information is recorded, an entire "Knights of the Round Table" can be created in this era. After creating matching spiritual and flesh containers, individuals that exist in past historical records can be recreated.

"Artoria's personality."

Although in comparison, Artoria's body as a red dragon should be the most terrifying thing, but...

Artoria Castor in the Lost Belt was still able to become the guardian of human nature. It is obvious that Artoria's spiritual personality is probably something even more terrifying.

"The Chosen One"

A star-made holy sword is also good.

The gun of end is also good.

The same goes for Battle of the Chosen.

Artoria's most powerful setting is definitely not something like the red dragon incarnation, but the "Chosen One" appointed by the emperor. He is born with the spirit and personality of a noble person who has a mission and will definitely become a noble person.

"No, it's not Artoria's personality."

"But the personality of the new King Arthur."

Rock suddenly sneered. The old tombkeeper must have been hesitating.

Artificial Arthurian personality.

Artificial Arthurian body.

The composition of these two is nothing more than a man-made recreation of King Arthur.

Even if King Arthur is restored based on past data and information, it is not the real King Arthur in history.

"The worst possibility is to face an artificial King Arthur holding a holy spear, or even the Lion King, but it will never be of divine specifications."

Roque narrowed his eyes and suddenly calmed down. With his current strength, unless a servant with godlike standards appeared in front of him, he would have a certain chance of winning.

The existence of the Demon Eye of Direct Death gives him enough confidence to face most events in this world.

"The amount of information here is too huge. After all, the difference between me and the two rituals is that the two rituals have the source as a transfer station for information, and the terminals that process the information flow will not be easily burned."

And he is only at the level of a mortal body.

The gap between modern computers is like the difference between ancient desktop computers and quantum computers.

"The magic eye is very powerful, but it must also have the information processing capacity to match it."

After collapsing on the ground and sorting out the current situation, Rock looked at the old tombkeeper and spoke again,

"You're not planning to trick me in and kill me, Mr. Gravekeeper."

"If I say the current situation, I am actually very confused. Do you believe it?"

"I can believe it, but can you give me a convincing reason?"

"Oh? What reason do you need?"

"The whereabouts of that child."

The matter has come to this, wealth is found in danger. Even if the simulated time and space dies, there is still a chance to change the identity again next time. However, it is difficult to have a simulated identity with the excellent qualities of a different time and space like Tono Shiki. Let him use it again.

It's a pity.

But it's definitely not something that would make him timid.

Cherishing one's life when encountering big things, forgetting one's righteousness when seeing small gains, is the real way to die.

The old gravekeeper stared at Roark deeply for a moment, then turned his head sharply and shouted in a muffled voice,

"follow me."

The originally somewhat stooped body suddenly straightened up. The old man, who was at least 60 years old, suddenly burst out with a speed comparable to a first-level track and field athlete, running like a cheetah towards a home deep in the street. .

……

“Did the actors outside the script finally show up?”

At the lower level of the village, the magician who is still responsible for one of the three major courtyards of the Magic Association, the dean of the Atlas Institute, slowly raised his head.

The man named Zibia Elternam Oberon murmured softly,

"Bai Ji's contractor."

"In all the scripts of this machine, such a possibility has never appeared. Even the holder of the Demonic Eye of Direct Death should not..."

"Let this machine record your "abnormality" properly this time. "

"How much data can LogosReAct record this time?"

……

"Gray, this is the last time mom calls you that."

In the quiet room, the woman played with the girl like a doll, and said to herself,

"My mother never thought that she could actually give birth to a "son of god". When she was young, she also looked forward to the possibility that she would become a "son of god". "

"Did you know? Mom is actually very interested in the outside world... However, people in the cemetery, especially women, cannot go to the outside world. In this place, we do not have the right to choose our own spouse. The village will arrange some , women are tools for giving birth to "sons of God", and men... are just similar things. "

"Occasionally, one or two outside magazines will appear. They are all brought by outsiders. Mom, I...actually look forward to those models wearing beautiful clothes and walking on the brightly lit stage."

"Even the nuns in the church can change into beautiful casual clothes when they rest... The most ridiculous thing is that they don't think that the casual clothes that can be seen everywhere really have the value of being "beautiful." "

Her voice gradually became hoarse, even mixed with a little distortion,

"Why was I born in this village? I have been thinking about this question before... It wasn't until your facial features began to change, becoming less and less like me and more and more like that ancestor that I finally understood. ah."

She gently lowered her head, placed her chin on her daughter's shoulder, smelled the scent of shampoo in her daughter's hair, and said softly,

"My mission is to give birth to you and complete the mission of the clan."

"Then--"

"All of us can leave this ghost place where we can never see the changes of the seasons."

"my daughter……"

"My king!"

"Please, wake up from your long sleep."

The woman's hoarse whisper gradually became devout, like a fanatic on pilgrimage, sometimes passionate, sometimes low. The only thing that remained unchanged was the doll girl she regarded as "sacred", who was almost as gray as ashes. Colorless pupils.

"Is it about to end?"

・・・・ Flowers・・・

……

"Gray, the child's name is Gray."

Gravekeeper Belsac Brakmoya gasped and told the information he knew while running.

"If, as you said, the Holy Grail War you held seven years ago summoned my king and caused her mutation, the time does match."

"That child suddenly began to change one day seven years ago. In about seven days, he completely became a different person."

"Although the blood relationship has not been severed, she has indeed changed towards the status of a "king". "

"In the past seven years, the people in the village respected the child as the "Son of God" and the "Returning King." I was barely able to suppress it at first, but as the church people were imprisoned... "

Roque suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"People from the church were imprisoned?"

"Well, they took the risk and planned to completely destroy the "heretical son of God"... After all, in their perception, King Arthur had no relationship whatsoever with their god. "

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"Then, it's Galahad who has been invited. Will they be so excited that they give that kid a few heads?"

"I guess not..."

The old tombkeeper's expression was still solemn and he continued to speak,

"Their assassination was naturally unsuccessful. In the end, the church members were imprisoned by the villagers... The most important thing is that the crucial "Son of God" was assassinated, which violated the bottom line of everyone in the village. From that day on, everyone started to act abnormally. "

He sighed slightly.

The village has been waiting for a son of God for thousands of years.

Those people who almost lost the Son of God would naturally have a stress reaction.

but……

"They took Gray away from me, specially arranged guards and maids to serve, and sealed Gray in that house... At first it was just a grounding, but later, everyone began to pursue the child's pathologically. "Sacredness", they respected the child as if he were a god. "

Rock couldn't help but shook his head when he heard what happened to the child who was not taken away by Weber.

This is not the Son of God.

This has clearly been regarded as a living Buddha.

People's bad nature has hardened that child into the statue.

There is almost no difference between being alive and dead.

"What the Atlas Academy gave you, the weapon used to cultivate the personality of the King of Knights...how are you using it?"

"Do you even know this?"

The old gravekeeper shook his head slightly. He simply couldn't understand why this man knew all the information about his closed village.

However, this moment is not the time to worry about those things.

"...the personality of a king."

"It's been bred."

"If you hadn't come, maybe, just this month, we would have welcomed back the great king."