I don't like the gods, I want to be a hero

"And Sakura!" Seeing that everyone hadn't mentioned his gentle junior, Emiya Shirou, who had been unable to get in the way, took this opportunity to quickly express his thoughts. "Matou, did you mention that Sakura is recuperating, right? Could it be that she was injured in this Holy Grail War?"

"By the way! Sakura also participated in this Holy Grail War and successfully summoned Rider." Tohsaka Rin has always been very concerned about her younger sister who was adopted to the Matou family, but for some reason, she couldn't be like Wei Wei. Miyashirou showed that without any scruples.

"Matou Weng, you are also a participant in the Holy Grail War, and you are also the head of the Matou family. You should understand that this is a ceremony with only one group of winners." Tohsaka Rin watched with a serious expression under the pressing questions of everyone. The bitter Matou viscera.

"Then, the alliance's contract must be signed by all participating Masters in their own names to ensure its validity, isn't it?"

Although she didn't understand the relationship between them, seeing that the three of them had expressed their attitudes, Saber naturally wouldn't raise any objections to the reasonable requests of her Master and comrades-in-arms.

And when the three of them were all focusing on Zouken Matou, the knight girl approached Assassin who had been silent all this time without a trace.

Facing the attitude of the three who could almost be said to be asking questions, the bitterness on Matou Zouken's face became more intense, and he couldn't help turning his gaze to the side Assassin, hoping that the Assassin he had summoned by virtue of his affinity would help him.

But Assassin just sat on the sidelines and silently watched his Master's plight, and did not take any action other than spreading his hands to signal that he was helpless.

"It's really..." Assassin's nonchalant attitude made Matou Zouken helplessly shake his head.

"Well, the sins of this body cannot be hidden from you. Although I want to make it public at the last moment of my life, since you want to know so much..."

......

11 years ago, in the courtyard of the Matou family.

An old man in a navy blue kimono sits on a stone bench in the center of the courtyard, skillfully grinds the tea leaves into powder with a natural stone mill, then puts a small amount of tea powder into a tea bowl, and pours the boiled spring water into it Stir well.

Over time, a thick layer of foam will appear on top of the tea, which is very aesthetically pleasing.

If this old man didn't have that weird bald head and looks not so wretched, the scenery here should look very elegant.

"Jian Tongweng is really very elegant. Even in the secular world, his skill at making tea with one hand is enough to rank among the upper class."

While Matou Zoroken was preparing tea, a slender adult man in a bright red suit with a goatee under his chin walked into the courtyard of Matou's house and sat opposite the old man.

"Thanks to Liao Zan, Patriarch Yuansaka. After all, when people get old, they will be interested in these time-killing skills."

The skinny old man responded to the guest's praise with a smile, but his voice was very hoarse, like a rusty piece of iron rubbing violently against the floor.The smile he deliberately showed was also eerie because of his appearance, like a hundred-year-old evil spirit that has been detained in the human world.

In other words, there is no difference between this old man and the evil spirit that endangers the world.

"Patriarch Tohsaka, please." The old man extended the invitation in consideration of the interests of the Japanese style.

"Then thank you Matou Ong." The man took the tea bowl gracefully, and responded in accordance with the etiquette of the tea ceremony.

He gently placed the tea bowl on the gauze cushion on the table, but he just stared at the clear tea in the bowl, but refused to take a sip anyway.

"What a beautiful color." The man smiled and praised.

"The old man has spent so much time and energy, if he can't even do the superficial work well, then he can only rest in the ground."

This is a lie. If the old man's 500-year persistence could be ended so easily, there would not be so many tragedies in the future. "It's a pity that such an elegant and excellent person like Patriarch Tohsaka doesn't want to taste the old man's tea."

"Matou was joking, please ask yourself, if you came to the junior's mansion alone, would you dare to eat any food prepared by the junior?" The man seemed tired of such hypocrisy.

"Please forgive me for your impatience, Matou Ong. Your proposal to come to Tohsaka's house made me think about it for a long time..."

"So, did Patriarch Tohsaka make a decision today?" The old man stopped all the movements of his hands, and stared at the man opposite him with strange eyes.

"The decline of the magic circuit caused by unacceptable water and soil can be easily resolved by returning to the ancestral land or marrying a local family." The man said calmly.

"But due to the Holy Grail War, Matou Matou obviously has no way to return to his ancestral land, so he can only marry the local magic family, that is, my Tohsaka family."

"But my Tohsaka family is facing the problem of who will inherit the magic engraving. If this is the case, then why don't our two families help each other..."

Tosaka Tokiomi, the head of the Tohsaka Patriarch of the previous generation, was faced with a happy but very serious trouble.

However, due to the grievances of some elders and the desire to witness the growth of his daughter in person, Tohsaka Tokiomi gave up sending his little daughter to his grandmother's home in Europe, but adopted her to Fuyuki City, where the blood was withered. Tong family.

He originally thought that his biological father would watch over him, and that his daughter would inherit everything from the Matou family as he expected.

However, the head of the Tohsaka family who inherited the family's "excellent genes" would never have imagined that his death would be so sudden...

"what--!!!"

The shrill screams echoed in the wormhole of Matou's house. A young man in a sleek dress was writhing in pain among the worms, and on the high platform next to him, a beautiful girl was He stared indifferently at the tragedy below.

Not long after, the screams finally stopped, and the man engulfed by the swarm suddenly turned into a short, bald, hunchbacked old man. His limbs were as thin as a mummy, his eye sockets were sunken, and he exuded a decayed breath.

"You did a good job, Sakura, I am very satisfied with this body." Zouken Matou shook his arm, familiarizing himself with the new body.

"As long as Grandpa is satisfied." A cold and emotionless voice came from the girl's mouth.

"You don't need to train in the wormhole today. The Holy Grail War is about to begin. Let's recharge your batteries and prepare to summon Servants."

"Okay, Grandpa." The girl's words were still extremely indifferent, and then she turned and left the underground wormhole.

"Unfortunately, the little holy grail made of only a part of the fragments has no ability to make people live forever." Looking at the figure of the girl who disappeared in front of his eyes, Zouken Matou's eyes were full of regret.

His original body had died a long time ago. In order to maintain his own existence, he chose to eat the body of others as a substitute for rebirth.

As long as his mother worm is not defeated, he can continue to give birth, but this kind of magic also has its own limit.

Although he can assemble his own body like clay with only one serving of flesh, he is actually bound by the records of his own soul, so his physical body has always been the image of a decayed old man.

And the most important thing is that the broken body can be solved, but the decay of the soul cannot be avoided at all.This leads to the fact that even if he gets fresh flesh, it will start to decay in an instant, so it must be replaced regularly.

It was okay before, as long as it was replaced once, it could last for decades, but now it needs to be replaced every few months, and the interval is still shortening rapidly, which means that the time for his complete death is getting closer .

In other words, if he wants to live forever, he must win the Holy Grail War.

"But relying on Lao Xian's useless grandson and granddaughter... Sure enough, I still have to do it myself."

The body of the old man holding the cane trembled slightly, and his body collapsed from time to time.

"Oh? The familiar has discovered the breath of the Servant." Zouken Matou closed his eyes and turned his gaze to the familiar.

"This appearance, long white hair and inhuman aura, should be Einzbern's Little Holy Grail this time, and the burly and amazingly powerful giant next to her is her Servant this time. Oh! Can you still spot my familiar with your intuition?"

With the corner of his mouth raised, Zouken Matou sent more familiars over.

"The artificial human's thinking is still so rigid. You must know that the hero in mythology and history did not use wisdom to defeat the strong. Therefore, summoning a beast that has no wisdom and can only fight with physical fitness will only usher in the fate of defeat."

The fact that the familiar survived that Berserker's attack seemed to give Matou Zōken wrong feedback.

"The same as the Yusan family, the old man is... what?! What is this breath of death?! That Berserker..."

All the familiars sent out died in an instant. Before Matou Zouken could react, he felt a strong death magic power rushing towards him along the soul connection between the bug and him...

Chapter 38 O son of man, remember the original heart

When Matou Zouken regained consciousness again, the place he was in was no longer the Matou House, but a void filled with chaos.

Matou Zouken felt that his whole body seemed to lose gravity. This feeling of being pulled away by some invisible force at any time made him feel very novel, and even diluted his fear of this strange world to a certain extent.

"Kah...cough cough!!!"

While Matou Zouken was carefully studying the characteristics of this strange world, a chilling breath of death suddenly appeared, wrapping around his body in an instant.

The indescribable pain hit Matou Zouken, making him scream involuntarily.

It's like coming to the snow in winter naked, and then being buried deep in the snow.He felt a silent and piercing cold seeping into his bone marrow little by little, gradually dimming the fire of his life.

"Ahh--!"

Matou Zouken went crazy, he ran desperately, wanting to get rid of this emptiness world, wanting to get rid of the fate of being filled with death in his soul.

500 years, 500 years of life let him see all the deaths in the world.

But it is a pity that these 500 years of experience did not make Matou Zouken look down on the mysteries of life and death. On the contrary, this old man who tried every means to increase his life expectancy was more cherishing his life and fearing the coming of death even more.

"I don't want to die, I absolutely can't die." Matou Zouken's face began to twist, and his roar was full of despair.

He wants to live, even if he is imprisoned in an aging and decaying body day and night, even if he has to endure the pain of being eaten by countless maggots all the time, even if his body is rotting every second, he still wants to live , for...for...

Thinking of this, Matou Zouyan suddenly stopped his useless behavior of escaping from death, and stood there motionless in a daze.

'Why do I want to live so desperately? '

Jiantong Zouyan was confused, he only remembered that it was for a very important matter, but he couldn't remember exactly what it was.

"What the hell is it? What is it that I forgot? Come to think of it, let me remember it!" As if a thousand thorns had been pierced into the brain, and it was still stirring fiercely, Matou Zouyan Holding his head in his hands, he knelt down on the ground in pain, and roared with all his might.

"Matou Zouken..."

"Who is calling me again?" A soft and unusually familiar female voice suddenly reached Jiantong Zouyan's ears, causing the old guy in pain to raise his head in a daze. "Familiar voice, but why did you pronounce my name backwards?"

But he saw nothing.

"Matou Zouken..."

The soft female voice sounded again, but this time Matou Zouken who had been looking up at the surroundings still didn't make any...no!This time, he followed the direction of the sound and found a bright light.

Jiantong Zouyan leaned on his crutches, and chased after that light at a speed that was even more eager than running desperately just now.

"Matou Zouken..."

Matou Zouken felt that he was getting closer to the sound, and the bright light gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and then completely enveloped him.

"That...that's..."

Matou Zouken opened his eyes wide, and he vaguely saw a silver-haired girl in a white dress in front of him. The girl's figure was very familiar to him, and he instinctively wanted to pursue it.

"Who is she? Why does it make me feel familiar? But since she is familiar, why did she deliberately pronounce my name backwards..."

Countless doubts filled Matou Zouken's heart, which made him even more eager to catch up with that girl, and he wanted to ask clearly.

'Perhaps she will know what I forgot. With this in mind, Matou Zouken began to speed up.

But the strange thing is, no matter how fast Zouken Matou speeds up and how his thin body moves, he can't get close to the girl in front of him, and even... he finds in despair that the distance between himself and the girl is still expanding ...

"No! I can't just miss it, I can't!"

The despair of missing a young girl even overwhelmed the fear of death, this despair that Matou Zouken himself did not understand prompted the old man to move forward recklessly.

"Dang!"

He threw away the ceremonial cane that he spent countless magic resources to make like a burden, but his decayed body fell straight down after losing its support.

But Matou Zouken, who only had the girl's back in his eyes, didn't care about the embarrassment he showed. He used both hands and feet, crawling and moving forward like a humble insect.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" For some reason, Matou Zouyan, who was using both hands and feet, approached the girl little by little, and the pure white and flawless figure gradually became clear in his eyes.

"Matou Zorgen...Makiri Zurken...Makiri Zorgan..."

"What...?" Matou Zouken's smile froze as he approached the girl, and endless confusion appeared in his dark pupils.

'Her name is Markiri Zorgen...not Matou Zouken? Matou Zouyan lowered his head slowly, his bent body trembling and knelt down. 'But if it is not the old man, where does the old man's attachment and familiarity with her come from? '

'And the name Maqili Zorgen is really familiar to the old man, but whose name is it? '

Matou Zouken, who couldn't remember, looked at the back of the girl in front of him helplessly with a confused expression.

"I swear here that I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world, and I am the one who renounces all evil deeds in the world..."

Matou Zouken, who was in a trance, suddenly heard a man behind him swearing an oath with determination and fearlessness, he looked back blankly, and then froze there again.

Appearing behind him was a handsome man with pale complexion, flowing blue hair, and solid muscles...

Maqili Zorgen, born in a famous magic family, has excellent qualifications and a complete magic inheritance, and inherited all the family magic at a young age.

In time, the man named Maqili will definitely become an important figure in the mysterious world, and it is not impossible to even reach the root and realize the family's long-cherished wish.

However, it is unfortunate in every sense that this talented young man who was born in a magic family is closer to an ordinary person than a magician in personality, or in other words, he is more like an out-and-out magician. idealist.

Like Emiya Kiritsugu, Maqili also wants to be a partner of justice, but unlike Emiya Kiritsugu who doesn't know what he is going to do and is like a half-baked man, Maqili wants to be a partner of justice and eliminate all evil in the world. A clear understanding of the nature of the problem.

Therefore, his ideal is very simple and clear - first eradicate all evil deeds in this world fundamentally, and then cut off human malice from the root of the soul.

What a great and sad ideal this is, but once idealists establish their own ideals, they will stubbornly do everything for it.

Even if you throw them out of heaven, they will transform hell into what they want.

In this way, Ma Qili began to continue his own research based on this ideal, and was determined to dedicate his life to it.

Soon, he found out the most suitable method in the Clock Tower, and published his own results - 'Research on Realm Recording Tapes'.

Realm Recording Tape, this is the official academic name set by the Clock Tower, and in the common names of magicians, he is called "Hall of Valor".

Although he found a way, Maqili also encountered a problem that he couldn't solve himself-the summoning of heroes is a magic that cannot be realized, or it is a magic that cannot be realized by a magician.

After all, heroic spirits have transcended the realm of magic in essence, and are guardians created by restraining forces from the inside of the world.As a magician, Maqili couldn't overcome the many obstacles set up by the restraining force outside the Hall of Valor.

In order to solve this problem, Maqili embarked on a journey to find hope, and met the great alchemist-Von Hohenheim Paracelsus during this period, and became close friends with him.

But even the great alchemist who made the Philosopher's Stone had nothing to do with the problems Maqili encountered.

Therefore, the great messenger of justice, Maqili, began to visit one hidden family after another, hoping to find a way to help him realize his ideal.But all he got was disappointment after disappointment.