I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

The boundless water falls from the sky, covering the world, erasing the flames of war and saving lives, but it cannot save the world that is destined to die.

The woman was in the space station, overlooking her hometown and her irredeemable homeland. She lowered her eyes quietly, as if praying for someone, and sprinkled a few drops of rain and dew.

Then, she looked back and said to someone.

"■■■, let’s activate the final plan——"

"Doctor, but in this case, you also..."

"We all know that the old era has passed, so let's leave hope to the people of the next era."

Then everything turned dark.

"!!!!!!"

Fu'er woke up from his dream and looked at the hazy scenery in front of him in a daze, as if his sight was blocked by a water curtain, making the already dim environment even more difficult to see clearly.

Moreover, my throat seems to————

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

After finally coughing up the remaining fluid in his respiratory tract, Fu'er wiped his face and finally managed to see the current situation clearly.

He is trapped in a bubble made of water.

"How is this going?"

Why was he locked up in something like a water prison? Is this a Naruto studio?

Will the next step be a yellow-haired boy using a shuriken to help him get out of trouble?

But when it comes to water, that's the only thing I know that can control water in such a fancy way.

Were you finally tricked? My intuition is unreliable...

Subconsciously, he began to suspect that the Slate Man stabbed him in the back and locked him in such a water prison, but he also vaguely felt that something was wrong.

It seems like... I was trapped by something before I was locked up...

"Ah...you're awake..."

A faint light emerged from the stone slab next to Ful's legs, and at the same time brought the voice of the stone slab man.

Just, why do you sound a little weak?

"What's wrong with you?"

"I've used too much strength... I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to sleep for a while. If you don't make it to the interview, remember to say a few good words for me..."

The light on the stone floor trembled, like a flashlight that was about to run out of power, flickering and then extinguishing.

"The rest... I'll leave it to you..."

Then, back into darkness.

Along with the slate man's silence, the water ball that tightly sealed Fu'er also shattered, showing Fu'er the current environment he was in.

Under the huge cliff.

The cold sunlight slightly brought a ray of light to the bottom of the dim cliff through diffuse reflection, allowing Ful to see his surroundings clearly.

Sand, broken rock, stones and muddy soil washed away by water.

Looking at the sky in the gap, he remembered what happened before he lost consciousness.

He was involved in the explosion and should have died on the spot, but since he is still alive, it was probably the Slate Man who protected him.

Before I lost consciousness, I was still thinking about the interview. Shouldn't I talk to it so much on the road? How wonderful the world is, how rich in materials, and how prosperous the humanities and culture are.

"Hey, regardless of whether I can help you or not, how can I get out like this?"

There is no food at all; the water source is only the muddy land on the ground, and it is not known whether the water summoned by the slate man can be drunk normally. If he accidentally gets borderline enteritis, he will only become dehydrated faster.

In summary, feel the pill.

Although I really want to say that you took the backpack that was on the co-pilot's side with you, but if you really say that, it would be too heartless.

Fortunately, at least he was protected by the other party and was not harmed even if he fell to such a deep cliff. In addition, it seems that a few water-praying shadows can be vaguely seen wandering in the distance. Presumably the stone man must be protecting himself. It took a lot of effort.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to show the physical projection just now, and I could only hide in the stone slab and talk to him.

"So, what should we do now?"

Fu'er stood up and looked around, feeling a little desperate for no reason.

A start with nothing and only a sleeping slate man next to it. Is this really a nightmare difficulty?

"Looks like, maybe you need a little help?"

Behind him, a familiar voice suddenly came, which made Fu'er startled and wondered whether he could no longer accept the tragic reality and began to hallucinate.

But when he subconsciously turned around and looked around, he saw a familiar figure leaning in the air in a lazy posture after a long absence, looking at his Oath Keeper with a smile in his eyes.

"What? Are you stunned? Do you miss me because you haven't seen me for a long time?"

"No way - just...just..."

"What is it?"

Sylvia came closer and asked in Ful's ear.

"It's just... forget it, it's nothing! How did you get here?"

Fu Er blushed and forced the topic to the other side.

"Isn't this the border? Did you fly all the way from the teleportation gate?"

"........."

Sylvia, on the other hand, looked at her sworn partner as if he were a fool.

This kid, maybe his brain was damaged during the explosion just now. She is a quantum ghost, but that doesn't mean she can only move by flying!

"I asked you...do you have any misunderstanding about quantum ghosts?"

Sylvia sighed helplessly, and then explained.

"Don't just pay attention to [Ghost], pay more attention to [Quantum]! You are my oath holder, the observer I recognize. No matter where you are, I can appear in front of you through your observation."

"I see--I don't understand it at all! In short, quantum mechanics is indecisive, right?"

Fu'er clapped his hands and said that he didn't understand at all.

Anyway, he is not engaged in scientific research, so what is he doing if he knows so well?

"I very much suspect that you are just too lazy to think. Forget it, quantum mechanics is just quantum mechanics. I hope you won't say that when you meet scholars from the Atlas Academy in the future."

"why?"

"Because scholars are really serious. They don't hate idiots, but they really hate civil science people who don't understand and pretend to know. Be careful when they confront you and use real guns in physics. Every year because of academic There are quite a few violent incidents caused by arguments. Anyway, as long as those guys from the Atlas Academy are not dead, it won't be a big problem."

"……………………"

I am super, is the world of your scholars so crazy? And did you throw out a lot of inexplicable settings?

"Forget it, now I won't worry about what kind of magical institution Atlas Institute is. Speaking of which, is your body okay?"

"It's okay. To put it bluntly, I am now in a period of transformation of my existence. Calling the contained object in the past way will cause information conflict between the past and the present, which will cause me to consume a lot of energy to maintain the stability of my form, and then fall into deep sleep to adjust myself. . But it doesn’t matter now, I have completely adapted to it.”

I didn’t understand the first part, I didn’t understand the middle part, and I didn’t understand the last part either, but judging from the other party’s energetic look, it should be okay.

"How about it? Do you want to confirm it yourself?"

Sylvia opened her arms, as if waiting for something to fall into her arms, and looked at Ful with a teasing look.

And of course Ful is——

Refuse!

Bad woman! I have been tormenting him all day long, but now is a critical moment!

"No need to confirm, so how about help? How should I escape? Or, can you give me some supplies?"

Fuer raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Escape~ It depends on your own efforts; as for the supplies, I definitely won't be able to find them, and even if I find them, I won't be able to bring them to you. But you don't have to worry about supplies."

"What?"

"When I look through your records for the past two days...eating, sleeping, rescuing people, killing monsters, racing, and talking nonsense with contained objects, have you forgotten that you still have a skill..."

Sylvia took out a book out of nowhere and said while flipping through it.

"What skill? Wait! What book is this?"

"What's wrong with "Fuer's Life Diary"? Don't worry, there's nothing weird. What you write is just like reading system records."

"The question is why is this thing there?"

"Is there anything wrong with holding a copy of the Oathkeeper's Daily Record? This is normal."

Sylvia dodged Fu'er who rushed over and tried to snatch the book, and then threw the diary aside. The moment she let go of her hand, it disappeared into the void, leaving Fu'er who was about to catch the book and put down his hands in embarrassment. .

"This is not normal."

"Don't worry so much. I just looked through the log. You have become quite proficient in using the [Utopian Heart] ability during this period. You have used the disaster-breaking battle ax with great proficiency. It should be said that you have such ability. There's something there. I didn't expect you to be able to copy the experience of using the corresponding ability."

"Ah? Is there such a thing? I just subconsciously thought it was easy to use."

"Nonsense! You are a novice from the beginning to the end. If I give you a tomahawk at random, can you still be so awesome?"

Sylvia glanced at her, completely helpless towards this unconscious person.

"Is that so? I thought I was gifted. But what the hell is my ability? If I can even copy this, why is Emiya reincarnated?"

"If you could completely control the copied fantasy heart, you wouldn't be able to control the infinite sword system, but it would have little tactical value. After all, it would be an ordinary weapon and you couldn't lend it to others. Oh no, the topic You’ve led me astray! Another ability of yours! Another one! Have you forgotten all about it?”

"What other ability...oh...it seems to be something like this..."

Because it does not have direct combat performance, Fuer's initial ability is [Small Miracle].

If he had the ability and personality, he would be crying right now.