The whole world is afraid of me erasing the spiritual base

A round of bright moon is like frost, quietly sprinkled in the simple house that exudes the fragrance of wood.

The night wind was still deeply cool, and Fujimaru Tateka stood at the door wrapped in a wolf fur blanket, looking in timidly.It is not difficult for the dim light to illuminate the blue and black eye circles on his face, but even so, the black-haired boy still does not feel sleepy.

"What's the matter, is the curse from the day still left?" Solomon closed the book casually, and waved to Fujimaru Tachika, who was blocking the door, "Come in, it's still cold at night."

He stood up, and walked over after Fujimaru Tachika came in, stuffing a cup of hot tea into the boy's arms with concern in his eyes.Fujimaru Tatsuka's heart suddenly warmed up, then he lowered his head in a concealed manner, and replied sullenly:

"No, the curse left by the chief during the day has not remained, and I am recovering well."

"Then why are you still up so late?"

Solomon looked at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, the pointer on the clock face was falling on the "3" position.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and it was supposed to be the time when human beings slept the most deeply, but the boy in front of him didn't seem to close his eyes for even a minute.

"It was because I couldn't sleep that I came to King Solomon."

Fujimaru Tachika was good at blocking a small yawn, but tried hard not to fall asleep. Solomon noticed that the communicator he had been wearing had been taken off, obviously not wanting the people of Chaldea to find out about his abnormality.

"I'm always in a mess tonight. Although I'm very tired, I don't want to close my eyes. I always feel that I have a lot of words in my heart, and I want to talk to someone, but Matthew and Dr. Roman are already under a lot of pressure. I don’t want them to be nervous anymore, after much deliberation, only you, King Solomon, are the most suitable, if you don’t think I’m bothering you.”

The black-haired boy wrapped himself in a wolf-skin blanket and made a gesture to leave, but in fact he kept looking at Solomon secretly from the corner of his eye, as if he was afraid of being chased away.Seeing his preoccupied look, Solomon couldn't help but soften his heart.

"What exactly is bothering you, I'd love to hear if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind!"

Fujimaru Tatsuka's body shook, and the deep sleep that had been bothering him was swept away immediately, but then, a sharp pain like a needle prick suddenly burst on his scalp, causing the black-haired boy to cover his head violently.

It was as if a ball of fire was rolling on the head, and it seemed that someone was stabbing the head with a knife, and then peeling off the scalp from the body bit by bit.But when the hand touched the top of the head, the pain dissipated like an illusion.

"hiss--"

Fujimaru Tachika bit her lips, shook her head in Solomon's concerned eyes, and said in a trembling voice:

"I should have rested early today, but when I closed my eyes, many things emerged from my heart. There are present, there are past, and there are even many things that I didn't notice at all. All these things were piled up in front of my eyes, and I couldn't go away. At this time, I realized that no matter how praised and expected by Chaldea, I was still just the one who just entered Chaldea and didn't know anything. Temporary Master."

"Of course, I'm not talking about talent and aptitude. I'm talking about... Is my attitude towards the singularity a bit too frivolous?"

It was just a spare tire that was pulled in temporarily, but when things came to an end, he was coaxed and supported. Wherever he went, there were servants waiting to form a bond with him, and then defeated the level boss and cleared the level like a game of braves. It is a thrilling reincarnation.

It doesn't matter if you don't have qualifications, you have 100% spiritual transferability, it doesn't matter if you don't have knowledge, the control room can provide detailed advice at any time, you just need to rush forward like a never-tired robot, until you finally defeat the ultimate Boss, he, a temporary brave, can embrace glory and flowers.

Having said that, he always felt that it was a bit strange, as if he had broken away from the crowd and had become some kind of restorer who was born for human reason.At the moment of leaving the singularity, it was like waking up from a dream. The dream disappeared, and all the people and things in it disappeared, leaving no traces.

Terribly unreal.

The more he thought about it, the more Fujimaru Tateka felt chills all over his body. He stretched out his palm and stared blankly at it.

"I always feel that repairing the singularity is like a dream, or a special game. The spiritual particle transfer box is the game cabin of science fiction. When I lie down, the game starts, and when I leave , and that game was destroyed accordingly. Thinking about it carefully, I really think that the first and second singularities are just like games, as long as you find the servants against the Demon King, everything will be fine.”

"At that time, I would never think of understanding the background of that generation, nor would I take the initiative to do anything unrelated to repairing the singularity, because there is no need at all..."

As long as the Holy Grail is taken back, the singularity will naturally be restored, and re-understanding an era is simply a waste of time and energy.

"But when I finished repairing the first singularity and the second singularity, I realized that, except for those servants who had to be contacted, I didn't even think about going to understand that era, and I didn't think about it, Saint Privet Why was Germany sent to the stake, Nero is such a good person, why did he end up like that in the end, until I was cursed by the chief here."

……

The burning pain was still flooding the scalp, but Fujimaru Tachika was not angry about it.

Should he hate it?

Yes, he should hate, because that crazy chief actually cursed him, cursed an innocent passerby.

However, did the chief have no reason to be angry?

Of course there is.Seeing with his own eyes his father, mother, brothers and sisters, and even his wife and children lying in a pool of blood, with their scalps being bloody peeled off, he has every reason to be angry about this, and it is justifiable to even retaliate for it.

When he got up from the ground and saw the chaotic but eternally burning eyes of the old chief, the anger and confusion accumulated in his heart disappeared, replaced by guilt.

In order to restore humanity, they must side with the United States and encourage this evil crime.

After the human rights are restored, civilians who died in vain will be counted as victims of war, while those Indians who have long been marginalized will still be discriminated against, oppressed, and even massacred over and over again.

There will inevitably be more and more things made of human skin.

Those sins that have happened and will happen in the future are like a mountain, weighing heavily on his heart, making him almost crushed.Fujimaru Tachika let out a deep breath, and looked at King Solomon with a wry smile:

"Until now, I realized that what I experienced was never an illusory game, but a period of real history. And I was just that insignificant speck that didn't even exist in history."

"It is said that my act of restoring human reason is absolute justice, but since I came here, all I see is violence and blood... I, I never thought before, that I would encounter such a dark history of human beings," The black-haired Master looked at the Magic King seriously, his eyes full of eagerness to get an answer, "Is it really necessary to restore such a history?"

If the Westerners had never arrived in America, maybe the Aztecs would continue to prosper, or maybe the Americans would eventually mine the deep copper and iron mines, or maybe someday, some huge Eastern ships would get lost here, and then, Everything has changed.

The diseases and massacres brought by the Westerners will not come, and the brilliance created by the "Corn People" will complement each other with the East...

But everything is just if.

The dim candle flame flickered silently, and the black cat nestled in the magician's arms licked its paws, its eyes were closed on the surface, but its ears were actually quietly pricked up.

A very faint look of relief emerged from Solomon's eyes. The magician just raised his hand to touch his messy hair, but quickly put it down after remembering the curse.

"I am very happy that you finally start to think independently instead of being led by others. However, before you have your own ideas, I suggest that you learn more, listen, and see. Only in this way, you can come up with The conclusion is more comprehensive and fair, and it is less likely to be misled by a few words."

The manuscript on the table flew up and fell into the hands of the magician. Solomon flipped it a few times and closed it again.

"Of course I have ideas and suggestions about your current situation, but you don't have to take my opinions as a standard. No matter what I am, I am an old antique that is behind the times, not you who really live in the present. , take the path that suits you best.”

Solomon looked at Fujimaru Tachika gently. Although the young man hadn't realized it yet, he had already taken the first step of independent thinking.For his personal growth, Chaldea is only the starting point and only an aid. On this difficult road, he still needs to rely on himself to reach where he can go.

The black-haired boy turned his head to the side, even though his brows were full of puzzlement, he had already straightened his posture and acted as if he was listening attentively.Solomon cleared his throat, but asked him a seemingly irrelevant question:

"Suppose you have an exquisite handicraft, and you have lived with it day and night for decades, and love it like your life, surpassing anything in the world. You think it is the most precious and flawless treasure in the world, but one day, you suddenly find your treasure There are flaws, and the flaws have been there since you bought it, what would you do? Would you be so angry that you smashed it directly?"

"Of course not." The black-haired Master replied without hesitation, "No matter how flawed this handicraft is, it is still mine. Isn't it a waste to destroy the whole thing because of a flaw? Besides, I have been with it day and night for decades. , no matter how much you hate it, there will always be some affection, won't you be sad if you smash it?"

At the end of the conversation, he had already realized that the handicraft was nothing but the human reason he wanted to restore.

If there is a dark part in the pan-human history, is he going to destroy the entire pan-human history and the entire human race?

How is this different from the Beast of Mercy? !