Would you make a bet with me, Monkey King?
"Ahh!" Sun Wukong woke up with a start. His blue eyes and golden crosses looked up at the star-filled firmament, definitely the night in India was beautiful.
Completely opposite to the image surrounding the poor Monkey King who had just woken up after failing the last test of Tathagata on his journey to India together with Xuanzang.
Xuanzang ... Your sweet Xuanzang.
"No ... No, no, Xu... Xuanzang... " Sun Wukong said with overwhelming emotions running through his body as he looked at the limp body of his beloved.
Around them were the mutilated bodies of two demons, the other two disciples of Xuanzang. Zhu Bajie, a former heaven commander who was banished for wanting to share "experiences" with one of the major goddesses of the Celestial Realm, had the particular appearance of an obese anthropomorphic pig. The other disciple was Sha Wujing, an ogre demon of the rivers with a fearsome appearance although he was very kind, he was also a great general of the heavens, but he was banished for offending one of the great gods by accidentally dropping a cup of wine on a god.
They had accompanied the monk Xuanzang and the Monkey King with motives to redeem themselves from their sins and obtain their former titles and functions again ... But right now they were nothing more than meat cut by the Tathagata's stratagems.
Sun Wukong cradled the wounded body of the Buddhist woman in his arms carefully, not wanting to cause her further harm. When he noticed that her chest was still moving, and thus, still breathing some hope coursed through the Monster King's body.
"Eat me."
But all hope was shattered with just one word being uttered by Xuanzang firmly despite her terrible wounds.
The eyes of the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal opened in shock. "Xuanzang ... No ... I ..."
Eat me, and take revenge for Bajie and Wujing, please..." Pleaded the monk weakly, her life slipping away from her as she gazed at the firmament, but still she remained conscious to convey her last request.
"No, Xuanzang!" He could not bear it and tears fell like waterfalls from Sun Wukong's heavenly blue eyes.
"I was a fool to believe in Tathagata, but ..." A soft smile came over the beautiful face of the woman, who although wounded and on the verge of death, to the Monkey King was still the most beautiful woman he had ever met in his life. "Now, eat me."
"AHHHHHHHH!" Was the cry of frustration and helplessness that Sun Wukong made that was heard throughout India before he began to eat the body of the Xuanzang monk alive.
I love you, Sun Wukong.
"Umph! Ah! Gah... !" He felt his body wanted to vomit the woman's flesh, but he still controlled his gag reflex and continued to eat his teacher and lover to obtain the supreme power.
If you eat Xuanzang's flesh, you will become immortal or ...
A couple of minutes passed, and the Monkey King finished devouring the last piece of meat let out a sigh. Then he looked at the sky with his Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils, the eyes that were sealed before the trip to India and with them he could discern the current location of Tathagata.
You will gain great power.
And in that way, Sun Wukong managed to defeat the Supreme God Tathagata and ended up becoming a being of a Higher Dimension than before.
But at what cost?
He was betrayed by the gods and lost the woman he loved.
Then he was betrayed by the humans and lost his family, friends and even got lost in another world, but still ...
Make sure you stay alive, Mori. Don't hate Humanity too much.
And to think you'd go this far you've amused me. I'll let you live this time, in exchange... Will you make a wager with me, Monkey King?
You were born to be loved, so I will love you, Sun Wukong.
You are the True Special Human of Humanity's Cultural Asset.
...
"Ah!" Mori exclaimed, suddenly waking up. "Ah... Ah... Damn ..." He sighed to calm his shortness of breath. "Another damn dream." The young man said irritably.
It had already been a week since the turquoise-haired boy and his little brother Shirou had been adopted by Kiritsugu and a week since they had settled into a relatively normal routine in their new home at the Emiya residence.
The missing preparations of the house were completed within two days of the first meeting between the former Monkey King and Fuyuki's Heavenly Tiger. The fallen god could not help but grimace at the memory, and the indifferent and even cold attitude the young kendo master devoted to him every time she visited the Emiya residence.
Apparently she came often since Kiritsugu was her private English tutor, and Mori had heard that Taiga was interested in learning English, which was one of, if not the most spoken language in the world. Apparently she had an incentive to want to communicate with everyone ... Except with Mori himself, apart from her career as a Kendo practitioner.
Why seriously, what did it cost the girl to be at least a little nice to him?
Taiga would only direct strictly necessary words to him while talking animatedly with Kiritsugu. She even got along well with Shirou, of course, the little red-haired boy and the brown-haired girl had a bit of a rough start as they both wanted the attention of the former Freelancer, but in the end they made peace. Besides, little Shirou was saying that he could spend time with his older brother if he couldn't hang out with Kiritsugu.
The turquoise-haired boy also believed that the good relationship between the two was formalized when Taiga tasted the seven-year-old's good food for the first time. Mori also understood why the Yakuza princess was called Tiger, her appetite was insane! He was impressed that despite all she ate, the young girl did not gain weight.
Where the hell was all that food going? The former Monkey King thought something similar to his sworn sister Uma might happen to her, that all that food would go to ... Certain areas of the body in the future.
But leaving aside the Fujimura Taiga issue, today was supposed to be Mori's first day of school in this new world at Homurahara Academy and maybe the fallen god was a bit nervous, and those nightmares that became more recurrent as the days went by were an indication.
And no, don't misunderstand the turquoise-haired man's nervousness about failing the supposed entrance exam to be able to register for good at the Homurahara academy. After all, although in his old world he was something of a problem child, his grades were generally above average, his grandfather had always told him that a strong mind makes for an even stronger body. And although the subjects always seemed boring to him, he did his best not to fail any tests in his old high school.
His nervousness was because he still had doubts about fitting into this new, unfamiliar world, instead of looking for a way to find a path that would lead him back to his own and finally finish off Mubong Park for killing his grandfather.
But what was to stop Mori from doing just that? That was very simple, even if he found a way to return to his original world, at this moment he was at the weakest moment of his immortal life, he was even weaker than the Jin Mori who had participated in the preliminaries of The God of High School tournament, the one who had faced Judge R! He couldn't even use his Renewal Taekwondo, with his body shattered by the Boundary Remover's rebound, right now Dan Mori was an absolute mess.
He was too weak.
So the plan to return to his world right now and face countless Judges and Mubong Park himself, a The Six, in his current state would be the same as suicide, in fact, there were even kinder ways to commit suicide than that.
Therefore, the existence known as Emiya Mori Dan was sentenced to live in this new world until who knows how long, so ...
The door to his room opened slowly bringing the turquoise-haired man out of his thoughts, and the person standing there was no one else but ...
"Huh? Shirou-kun?" Mori said surprised to see the red-haired boy so suddenly. "What's wrong? It's so early."
Indeed as the young man had said, it was still dark outside and when he checked his alarm clock he saw that it was around four in the morning.
"Uh..." The boy hesitated for a second before answering, showing some nervousness. "I heard you screaming a little while ago, I was worried..." Shirou replied looking at the ground as if it was the eighth wonder of the world.
"Oh... I'm sorry." Said the fallen god, not believing that he had screamed so loud because of that nightmare. "Did I wake you up?"
But Shirou shook his head at the question asked by his older brother.
"No, I ... I was already awake."
Mori raised an eyebrow at what his younger brother said, unable to fake the suspicion that showed on his face at what the boy had said.
"What do you mean?" Asked the former Monkey King with a little more seriousness in the matter.
"Well... I, well..." Shirou stammered, showing some nervousness.
The young god from another world grew even more concerned at the ambiguity with which the red-haired boy was acting. Why was a seven-year-old boy awake in the wee hours of the morning? If Mori hadn't woken him up with his scream, there were only two other options the turquoise-haired man could think of. The first was that he had stayed awake all night, and the second was...
"Did you have a nightmare?" The fallen god suddenly asked seriously.
Shirou was startled at the sudden question, but instantly straightened up and nodded slowly. "Yes..."
"Mm, I see." Mori muttered before standing up and approaching the boy.
The aforementioned shuddered as his older brother put a hand on his shoulder in support and looked at him with empathetic eyes as if he truly understood the hell the red-haired boy had gone through. He would be surprised if he knew he had been through the same and much more.
"Would you tell me what happened in your nightmare?" The young man asked softly.
For a few moments, Shirou hesitated to speak, he didn't want to worry anyone. Shiro didn't want to be a burden to Mori or Kiritsugu, but the kindness and care that the former Monkey King was expressing to him were hard to ignore.
"I ... I dreamt about the fire again." The red-haired boy said in reply through his teeth, but Mori had heard him perfectly.
"I see, wait... You had this dream before?" Said the turquoise-haired man when he realized that word. "You mean this isn't the first time you've had nightmares about the fire?"
Shirou didn't answer verbally and only nodded in the affirmative, but that was enough for the fallen god of Ragnarok.
"How prone are you to these nightmares?" Mori inquired further.
The boy shrugged. "Recently they have become a bit more frequent."
The former Monkey King's frown deepened even more. This was troubling, but not so surprising now that the turquoise-haired man pondered it calmly. After that disaster, it was to be expected that traumas would remain, especially for a child. Even Lee Sujin, a formidable North Korean warrior from his world, had severe trauma due to her life as a slave and the death of her mother in her childhood, which she still retains in the form of extreme claustrophobia. Therefore, it was no surprise that little Shirou developed something similar after that incident with the fire.
'I should talk to Kiritsugu about it... ' Mori thought, writing the matter down in his head for later. He then looked at his younger brother, who didn't dare to look back at him. The fallen god smiled softly before shaking the boy's red hair, thus catching his attention. "Hey, don't be like that. You didn't do anything wrong, it's a problem we'll solve together later, okay?"
"Uh..." For a second Shirou hesitated but still nodded slightly. "Okay, Mori-nii."
The aforementioned smiled. "Good! Now... It's too early for school, but it's also too late to sleep again, do you want to do something in the meantime?" The turquoise-haired man asked, still smiling.
"Like what?" Asked the redhead to his older brother while tilting his head to the side out of curiosity.
Mori just smiled in response.
...
"Mori-nii, we've been in the dojo for almost an hour without doing anything, now can you tell me what are we trying to do?" Shirou asked for the tenth time with a child's clear exasperation permeating his voice.
The former Monkey King sighed wearily, were children really that irritating? Well, he had never had younger siblings or children to raise, so it would probably take him a while to be able to get used to taking care of Shirou.
The fallen god opened his eyes and looked at his younger brother standing next to him. The two adopted sons of Emiya Kiritsugu were in Lotus position while meditating, no, it's better to say while Mori was meditating and Shirou was getting frustrated from doing absolutely nothing.
"I told you before, we are meditating ... Or at least that's what we're supposed to." The turquoise-haired man said, but mumbled the last part between his teeth.
"I realize that, but the question is, why? - Said the red-haired boy probing further for a clearer answer from the otherworldly god.
Mori raised an eyebrow. - Didn't you say you wanted to learn martial arts? Well, that's what I'm doing. -
- You've got to be kidding, right?" Said the boy with a blank face expecting a refusal from his brother, but instead his silence only confirmed that he was seriously "teaching" him martial arts just by meditating. "I thought we'd be doing warm-up exercises or throwing kicks and punches, not that we'd be doing ... This." Shirou said somewhat irritated.
"Hey calm down, don't be precocious." Mori said in a scolding tone. "Although it is true that it is necessary to do those exercises and practices, for now it would be best to start with meditation to harmonize the body and mind, that is a foundation for martial arts. An aligned body and mind make you great in martial arts, believe me." Explained the young man with uncharacteristic seriousness. 'Besides, I'm doing this more for me than for you.' Thought the fallen god with some bitterness due to his shattered body and the great doubts permeating his mind.
"That sounds boring ... " Mumbled the red-haired boy under his breath, but was still heard by Mori, who sighed in response.
The former Monkey King suddenly stood up to Shirou's surprise, the young man looked at his younger brother seriously.
"Just close your eyes, and breathe slowly and calmly." Mori ordered seriously.
The boy looked at his older foster brother with irritation but did not refute his order due to the intense gaze the latter was giving him. So with no other choice, the red-haired boy had no choice but to do as Mori told him.
"Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. Do that all the time." The older boy continued to instruct.
As a result, Shirou followed his orders without a single moment's refusal. His breathing was slow but controlled, in fact, it was actually relaxing now that the redhead noticed.
"And now ... Keep your mind blank, until anything comes to your mind. When that happens just focus on that, don't lose concentration at any time."
Keep the mind blank... Until something comes to mind? That seemed a bit complicated for the boy, but still he tried as his brother had instructed him. So he let himself go until something came to his mind ...
Shirou regretted it almost instantly.
The first thing that came to his mind was the smell of ashes, along with those of things and even meat being burned that assaulted his nose. Then came the intense heat that suffocated his skin, as if he was being cooked in a hot pot. He finally ended up visualizing where he was ...
In the same hell from which he had emerged almost a month ago ... That torment that followed him even in nightmares ...
He had found it again.
Shirou wanted to wake up, to get away from that disaster, for that hell to be shattered ...
But there was something, something beyond that hell that did not allow him to look away ...
Something sacred and bright, distant but beautiful ... Something out of this dimension, a crystallization of the heart of the world ...
Its solitary presence seemed to calm the fiercest storm, to illuminate the darkest night, to extinguish the worst of hells ... That Phantasmal Illusion seemed to have but one meaning for existing ...
To keep the King of Kings quiet even in the Extremes of Eternity.
And the one who held it in front of Shirou was none other than the one ...
Who with whose Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils shattered that hell.
'Mori...?'
Mori-nii?
"Wake up, brat!"
The red-haired boy opened his eyes in stupefaction when suddenly someone shouted near him. The boy looked up to see the turquoise-haired boy staring at him.
"Apparently you fell asleep, it doesn't matter." Mori said before sighing. - Well, it's already dawn, it's time to make breakfast and then go to school."
"I... What time is it?" Shirou asked carefully as he noticed the considerable amount of sunlight filtering into the dojo.
"Mm, if my internal clock doesn't fail me, it must be six in the morning." Mori replied with a shrug without giving it much thought.
But to Shirou ... It meant so much more.
"Breakfast!" Exclaimed the little cook of the Emiya residence, running out of the dojo towards the kitchen.
Mori looked at that performance in amazement. "Wow, he'll make a good housekeeper someday. Well, we'd better help him." He said the last with a smile.
...
Right now Mori and Shirou were in the kitchen preparing breakfast for all the residents of the house, Mori handled the knife cutting vegetables and meat skillfully, while Shirou made the rice and fried the fish.
"Hey." Shirou called out to his older brother. "Isn't it about time you woke up the old man?"
"Oh, that's right. I'll leave the rest to you, then." Mori said after he finished chopping all the vegetables.
The fallen god wiped his hands and headed to the room of the family patriarch who would continue to sleep late unless someone woke him up, like now. Therefore, it was customary for Mori or Shirou to wake him in turn, and now it was the former Monkey King's turn to fulfill that task.
The turquoise-haired man arrived in front of Kiritsugu's door and opened it without much care, his brown eyes with golden pupils managed to discern the middle-aged man sleeping peacefully on his futon, it was almost pitiful for the young man to wake him up, and although he was a partaker that people should sleep ten hours a day to have plenty of energy, it wasn't good to skip meals either. So with that in mind, Mori decided to wake him up.
"Hey, old man. You have to wake up, breakfast will be ready. Besides, you have to say goodbye to us, it's our first day of school." Announced the former Monkey King with some force so that the black-haired man would hear him.
"Ugh... I'll be there in a moment, Mori." Kiritsugu said in reply still tired.
"Well, we'll be waiting for you for breakfast. So hurry up, old man." Said the turquoise-haired man before retreating.
"I'll be right there... And I'm not old." grumbled the patriarch of the Emiya family.
"Whatever you say."
A few minutes passed and Kiritsugu had gotten up from his bed, walking out of his room in his blue kimono he arrived at the dining room where Mori and Shirou were finishing setting the table, the two adopted sons of the Emiya family already had their Homurahara Academy uniforms on.
"Everything smells so good." Kiritsugu said with a slight smile at the good smell of the food.
"Oh, old man, you're finally here. We were waiting for you." Shirou said in response, sitting up from his place.
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry I overslept ... But I'm not that old." Replied the black-haired man again, which was a habit since the former Magus Killer had adopted both shameless young mens.
"That's for sure, now let's eat. I don't want to be late for class." Mori said sitting in his place, several unfortunate things had happened to him since he had arrived in this new world.
And he didn't want to be late for his first day of school to join the list.
The magus sighed, why hadn't he adopted more respectful children? Well, that didn't matter now. Kiritsugu sat down in his place in the dining hall and so ...
"Itadakimasu!" Said the only three members of the Emiya family in unison and then began to eat breakfast in silence.
"Today is another sunny day in the city of Fuyuki, with small concentrations of dust in the ..." The news said.
Although the three men of the house could remain comfortable in silence, it didn't hurt to listen to the news for some entertainment while eating breakfast. And although Kiritsugu had considered putting on cartoons for the red-haired boy, Shirou hadn't shown any interest in them. So he saw no problem listening to the news on this new day.
"Our next story. After several weeks since the arrival of the great pillar from the Sea of Japan, we have found the existence of a second pillar in the mountains around Misaki City."
Mori's eyes widened in dismay when he heard those words on the news. He almost choked on his food due to the surprise, so he quickly grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down to avoid choking on his food, then proceeded to watch the news with great interest to the amazement of both Shirou and Kiritsugu who could not hide their curiosity at the strange way Mori began to act.
"Fortunately no one was hurt when this new stone pillar hit one of Misaki's mountains, in fact, compared to the first pillar found in the Japanese sea, this new pillar is at least three times smaller than the previous one which made it more difficult to find."
'Ugh, that's the end of Yeoui I tried to shrink but due to lack of energy I could barely reduce its size to about half.' Mori thought as he watched and listened to the news while sweating slightly from the surprise of the discovery of the other part of the original Yeoui.
"Despite this, this pillar contains the same composition as the previous one and possesses such considerable weight that it would take the combined force of ten military-type cargo planes to simply lift it off the ground. Experts are still wondering how these pillars came out of nowhere without raising any alarms or causing any devastating disasters. For more information, stay tuned."
'That's because they're magic ... And may have slowed their fall unconsciously?' Mori concluded but still had some doubt about the last part. 'Misaki city, huh? It's located near Tokyo in the Kantō region if I'm not mistaken, right now I'm in Fuyuki City on Kyūshū Island ... The distance is considerably long, but it wouldn't hurt to try to visit the city to retrieve Yeoui at some point.' Thought the fallen god with clear plans to visit Misaki in the not too distant future.
"You seem very interested in the news, Mori." Kiritsugu commented suddenly snapping the turquoise-haired man out of his thoughts. The former Freelancer sipped quietly from his cup of green tea while observing his eldest son. "Did those pillars catch your eye?"
It cost all the former Monkey King's willpower not to frown, it almost felt like he was in an interrogation. In fact, the scene reminded him of his meeting with Park Mubong at The God of High School tournament, informing him that he was to face Judge Q. He didn't like that feeling.
"Well yes, I'm a little interested in them. They seem to have something strange." The young god spoke casually and ambiguously in response.
"Mm, you're right about that, they are nothing that has been seen in the world before." Said the Magus Killer with some emotion that Mori could not identify. 'This will get the attention of the Magus Association for sure... ' The man couldn't help but think.
And he was quite right, perhaps Emiya Norikata's son was not a full-fledged magus, rather he was a man who used magecraft as a tool, a means to an end, he was not a magus, instead he was a magecraft practitioner ... Or at least he used to be. But despite that, even though he is not an expert and was only specialized in his time magecraft, he could discern with some ease that there was something strange with those pillars in the sea of Japan and in the mountains of Misaki.
They were not something belonging to the modern era or the era of Heroes but were much older. The mystery they contained was palpable despite the distance, they were objects from the mythical and mysterious Age of Gods, objects from the Reverse Side of the World that had arrived on this plane of existence for unknown reasons and means.
If Kiritsugu's killer instinct did not fail him, and it usually did not, he was one hundred percent certain that the presence of those things would draw the attention of the Magi Association, be it the Clock Tower, Atlas or even the mysterious Wandering Sea, which would try to take the pillars for research or else destroy them ... Although those were only guesses, the former Magus Killer wasn't sure about that, so he would simply wait for the mages' movements until then and then ...
He would kill them.
If Kiritsugu knew that those pillars, no matter how mysterious and simple they were, were indeed objects of such mystery that they would be classified as Divine Constructs in his world, then he would have realized that his future actions were very logical. However, he had neither the means nor even the capabilities to identify the objects, and none of his contacts could do so, so he would live in the dark about the nature of those indecipherable stone pillars.
Or perhaps not?
On the other hand, the fallen god was having thoughts similar to those of Kiritsugu. That is, concerning someone unwanted to pay much attention to the extremes of his Yeoui. The turquoise-haired man did not have the power to control them, and could only make do with a copy that was stored in his ear, but he could do absolutely nothing with the remnants of the original strongest weapon of the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal. That was a pitiful thought for the young man.
'It only remains for me to become stronger ... Or at least try ... ' The former Monkey King thought with a certain pessimistic feeling because he still had trouble even using his Renewal Taekwondo without unleashing waves of bitter memories of his deceased grandfather or releasing unheard-of torment from his ancient wounds caused by the fight against Satan.
He was truly in absolute ruin.
"Mori-nii, it's getting late." Shirou said suddenly bringing the other two residents of the house out of their thoughts. "I don't want to be late for my first day of school either, so hurry up, Mori-nii." Said the red-haired boy standing up and carrying the dirty dishes to the dishwasher to wash them obviously.
" ... You're really rude sometimes, Shirou." Mori said in response with a blank face.
"By what right do you say that?" Kiritsugu muttered wryly, regretfully recalling all the times his adopted sons called him old ... He was still on the cusp of youth! He was dying for other reasons, but he was still young!
If only Illya were here with him ... She would defend him, wouldn't she? The former Freelancer hoped so.
A few minutes passed and the dishes were already cleaned and put away, consequently both the turquoise-haired and red-haired took their backpacks ready to go to class. Both left the Emiya residence on their way to their respective schools.
"Take care of yourselves. - Said the patriarch of the Emiya family in farewell with a small smile on his slightly haggard face.
"Goodbye, old man!" Said the god of the other world.
"See you later." Said this time the youngest of the Emiya house.
Both young men faded off into the distance, to the point where Kiritsugu would have to use binoculars to see them, but nevertheless the black-haired man stood at the threshold of the Emiya residence gate watching the path where his two adopted sons left.
"I hope they don't get into trouble." The former Magus Killer muttered between his teeth before entering the safety of his home again.
He had many things to prepare to give him a little visit to the city of Misaki, whose mountains were very beautiful at this time of the year and maybe take a little dip in the wide and beautiful sea of Japan.
Yes, just a little trip.
...
"Kukuku, I could finally put it away." Said the voice of an old man with malice impregnated in his voice.
That old man was in a dark stone cellar under his home which only those he gave permission to enter ... To receive their torture.
The old man turned his gaze to the pit in the middle of the cellar, where certain creatures were writhing around a completely naked six-year-old girl with purple hair and lifeless eyes of the same color. The girl looked dead as those creatures with horrible shapes raped her childish body incessantly, so many times she had been through the same thing over and over again that she didn't even blink. The only evidence that she was alive was the slight movement of her chest indicating that she was still breathing, but even then her breathing was too slow to be normal.
That greatly amused the hideous existence known as Matou Zouken, or who was once the honorable Zolgen Makiri, a prestigious magus of yesteryear ... But now he was a miserable shadow of his former self.
It was certain that if Nagato or Justeaze had seen what their close friend would once become, either of them would have killed him long ago out of mere pity for the memory of their old friend.
"Congratulations, Sakura. Today you won't have to go to school, you will stay with your dear grandfather to play with some toys I found." Said Zouken with a big sickly smile.
The girl did not respond in any way, and that mattered little to the patriarch of the Matou house, since even if she refused she would have no choice but to suffer a more severe punishment.
Zouken smiled at his granddaughter's lack of response. "Well, well, it took me a while to retrieve the fragments of the former Lesser Grail, but we'll play with it in the future, for now ... I want to try something else."
One insect in particular flew up to the pit, but then exploded in an explosion of purple blood and insect visors dropping a very unique object.
A stone fragment ... No, to be more specific a fragment that constituted the most powerful weapon of the Almighty God of the Universe, whose true nature was the bone of one of the most transcendent magical beasts in the world.
The Peak of the Phantasmal Beasts, the World Extensions of Gaia.
The Dragons.
Yeoui; It Who Follows a Single Will, was formed from the bone of a dragon.
The most powerful dragon in existence in another world, and that in this new world, if that dragon were to come ... Then a calamity similar or worse than an Evil of Mankind would be deployed in the world and would wipe out all humans.
But obviously, Zouken did not know that, but it was also unlikely that Ogre or Kur as it was known to the Sumerians, could come to another world considering that it was dead.
However ... A fragment of the original Yeoui was a tool to be reckoned with depending on the circumstances.
The stone fragment fell into the worm pit causing horrible noises and screeches from the disgusting insects that were crushed under the unmatched weight of the stone piece.
"This piece of stone is very unique, it has so much mystery that it destroys anything magical that it touches, I lost several insects bringing it here and after several weeks I managed to bring it ..." A big malevolent smile appeared on the old man's sickly face. "I wonder ..."
What would happen if I tried to introduce it inside to a little magus?
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