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However, tonight, this castle that never sleeps will soon welcome its long-destined, magnificent—
"--funeral".
……
Several kilometers away from the building, in a cunning, classic tea room filled with "foxes".
Yura Chitose knelt quietly on the Zen-inspired tatami mat. Her beautiful eyes, always filled with wisdom and gentleness, were now reflecting the massive stream of data flowing like a waterfall on the screen of the latest, futuristic laptop in front of her.
On the other side of that cold screen is another, equally perfect "being" possessing the wisdom of "god".
"——Report, Yura-sama."
The intelligent and efficient voice of Butler A, Ai Li, rang out clearly through the encrypted channel.
"The city's transportation system is 100% under control. Traffic lights in the fifty blocks surrounding the target area have created reasonable and continuous congestion. It is expected that no non-essential vehicles will be able to approach the battlefield in the next three hours."
"—Very good." Yura Chitose nodded.
"The city's surveillance system has been 100% compromised. All the Skynet cameras in the target area are under maintenance. Their cameras will not be able to see anything they shouldn't be seeing."
"--continue."
"The city's communication system has been 100% blocked. Cell phone signals, network signals, and all emergency call channels in the target area will be completely disrupted by an inexplicable and powerful magnetic field storm."
"--Perfect."
"—Finally, the final curtain of the stage is ready."
At this moment, Ellie's voice took on a cold, emotionless, and "godlike" indifference.
"I have already taken advantage of the security loopholes within the Suzuki Group and quietly initiated the highest-level fire drill procedure for that building."
"All the ants working overtime inside the building will be safely evacuated to the safe corners where they belong, without anyone noticing."
"Tonight, there will be no innocent audience members on the stage."
"Only, the actors who are about to take the stage..."
"And that, long ago, destined, full of destruction..."
"--script."
Listening to the "professional" and watertight report, Yura Chitose's face, which was always full of intellectual smiles, revealed a complex smile full of "understanding".
She slowly closed her laptop.
Then, like the most devout and ancient "witch," she slowly closed her pair of beautiful, eerie obsidian eyes.
A massive, flexible barrier, imbued with "nature" and "order," belonging to a "great monster," instantly formed around her body, like an invisible, enormous bowl, silently and completely "scooping" the entire financial center—that chaotic "battlefield" filled with "killing intent"—out of this peaceful "surface world."
She drew the final, and most solid, curtain for the impending "Judgment of the King."
……
Meanwhile, on the edge of that vast "battlefield" that had long been completely sealed off.
A silent "cleanup" filled with "iron" and "blood" has already begun.
Najendan sat quietly in an inconspicuous black command vehicle. Her sharp, single eye, filled with the air of a "leader," stared silently at the dozens of surveillance cameras in front of her, transmitting in real time from the elite members of the "Black Dragon Society"—videos filled with "violent aesthetics."
She, like the calmest and most ruthless chess player, precisely placed her three thousand black chess pieces, each filled with "loyalty" and "violence," in every corner of the chessboard, constructing a truly impenetrable defense that would drive any army to despair.
"—The Great Wall of Steel".
Anyone who tries to approach this "forbidden zone," whether a curious "police officer" from the "official" side or a clueless "fly" from the "inner world," will be instantly and completely crushed by this cold, iron-and-blood wall.
……
When all the "stages" and "curtains" are ready.
When all the "spectators" and "minor characters" have been completely cleared out.
Then, the one and only, and most unreasonable, "sharp blade" responsible for execution and final "judgment" finally descended.
Artoria Pendragon (Alt), her petite yet absolutely majestic figure clad in jet-black armor, appeared without warning before the massive, modern, and arrogant black sword-like skyscraper, like a "Grim Reaper" descending from a higher dimension.
She slowly raised her proud head, the head that belonged to a "king".
Her cold, indifferent golden vertical pupils stared silently at the towering, ridiculous "toy" before her, made of fragile glass and steel, filled with "human" foolish "desires" and "ambitions."
……
And at the very top of that "toy".
The mad "king," dressed in a magnificent purple suit and exuding "clown" charm, sat with a gleeful expression on his enormous "throne," which was filled with "evil."
He watched with great interest as he viewed the city below, which had long been completely sealed off and resembled an "arena," through a huge, one-way holographic projection screen.
He saw that dark figure, as small as an ant, yet radiating a powerful aura that made him feel a sense of "displeasure".
He smiled.
The smile, brimming with "divine" power, is the kind of absolute, playful smile one would have only when looking down upon a presumptuous "mortal" attempting to challenge their absolute "divine authority."
"—Mockery."
"--interesting."
"It seems that my opponent has given up on that intelligent and interesting game."
"So, instead, have you chosen to make a final struggle in this most primitive, foolish, barbaric, and ridiculous way?"
"Then let me enjoy it properly."
“Take a look at this, it’s full of powerlessness, pathetic, final lament.”
However, his answer was not a futile "challenge" (Ma De) from "mortals".
Rather, it came from the "King," yes, from another, a foolish "false king" who dared to challenge the "King's" authority—a one-sided attack.
"—Trial!"
Artoria Pendragon (Alt) slowly raised the long-awaited, dark, ominous Excalibur in her hand.
A massive, dark magical power, powerful enough to make the entire city groan and tremble, erupted from her petite body like an ancient, awakened dragon!
That vortex of pure "destruction," powerful enough to completely devour and annihilate everything, was frantically gathering and surging at the tip of her sword!
“—Excalbur…”
Her cold, indifferent, and emotionless declaration, befitting a "tyrant," resounded clearly like the final death knell from the deepest hell, echoing in the deathly silence, the coldness, and the chilling atmosphere.
"—The King, on the chessboard."
"—Morgan!"
258 The King's Judgment, the End
boom--!!!!!!!!!!
When that absolute, unquestionable declaration, filled with the spirit of a "tyrant," resounded across the deathly silent chessboard, a jet-black beam of light, deeper than the night, purer than destruction, capable of completely devouring and annihilating everything, suddenly erupted from the ominous blade of the holy sword!
That was not simply a release of magic.
That was the oldest and most primal "anger" from the "dragon"!
It comes from the "king" himself, to the "false king" who dares to challenge his authority—the cruelest and most unreasonable of all.
"—Trial!"
That pitch-black "aurora," which seemed capable of completely swallowing up light, instantly engulfed the towering, modern, and arrogant black sword in a crushing manner that completely defied all the laws of physics!
In the face of absolute, pure "destruction," any so-called "high-tech alloys," "bulletproof glass," and the crystallization of "modern architecture" appear so ridiculous and fragile.
The entire skyscraper, hundreds of meters tall, along with its solid foundation, couldn't withstand the onslaught of that dark, magical torrent for even a second. Like an ice block thrown into lava, it was silently and utterly destroyed at the most basic atomic level.
Decomposition, evaporation, annihilation.
……
At the very top of the building, on that enormous "throne" filled with "evil".
The smile on the face of the clown-like, crazed "King," dressed in a magnificent purple suit, froze completely at that moment.
His eyes, always filled with amusement and mockery, as if they already had everything under control, were for the first and last time met with something called "death"—an absolute, incomprehensible force.
Fear completely overwhelmed him.
He didn't even have time to utter any mournful, resentful cry of defeat.
He, his self-righteous "chessboard" filled with "malice," along with him, the equally "mad" and pathetic "chess player," were utterly overturned and crushed by the absolute, unreasonable "violence" of the "king," reduced to the purest, most primal state—
nothingness.
……
As the pitch-black pillar of light, filled with an aura of destruction, slowly dissipated.
In the city's financial center, in its most prosperous and central area, a massive, bottomless abyss appeared, its edges still bearing traces of dark, magical burning—a terrifying abyss that seemed to originate from hell.
The Suzuki Group headquarters building, once a symbol of "wealth" and "power," and an unparalleled landmark, has long been erased from this world.
Not even a speck of dust remained.
The whole world fell into an unprecedented, deathly silence.
Inside the command vehicle, Najendan watched the miraculous, devastating scene on the monitor screen—a scene that would drive any army to despair. Her heart, which was always filled with calm and determination and belonged to the (ajdg) leader, was now completely occupied by a pure, deepest emotion called "awe."
In the classical tea room, Yura Chitose slowly opened her beautiful obsidian eyes. She could clearly feel that her powerful barrier, which was enough to cover the entire financial center, was like the most fragile and vulnerable piece of paper in the face of that absolute and unreasonable "destruction," easily torn with a tiny, irreparable crack.
Looking at the empty, pitch-black night sky, for the first time, a bitter, self-deprecating smile appeared on her face, which was always full of wisdom and cunning.
"...It seems that this city has indeed welcomed an extraordinary, brand-new king."
……
Artoria Pendragon (Alt) slowly sheathed the black holy sword that still exuded a cold and ominous aura.
She glanced indifferently at the former "battlefield" that had long since vanished, then slowly turned around. Her petite yet absolutely majestic black figure silently merged into the endless, deep darkness.
……
Apartment living room.
Gu Chuan watched as the red coordinate point representing "Jok," filled with "malice," completely disappeared from his phone screen. He then slowly drank the now-cold red tea in one gulp.
He slowly stood up from the sofa and gave a relaxed smile to the group of "family members" behind him who were speechless, completely shocked by his absolute "kingly" and domineering presence. It was as if nothing had happened.
"--alright."
"The clown who gets in the way has already left the stage."
"Our victory celebration..."
"Okay, let's continue."
259 Aftermath and Wang De Ning
Gu Chuan's relaxed declaration echoed in the silent living room, as if the world-shattering judgment that had just taken place had never happened. The air, frozen by the chilling killing intent, finally began to flow again, carrying a hint of warmth after the smoke of battle.
Rin Tohsaka was the first to recover from the devastating shock. She looked at the man who had just been overturning the chessboard in the most unreasonable way, but now sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, picked up a strawberry daifuku that Akame hadn't had time to eat, and shook her head helplessly and affectionately, her face full of "I really can't do anything with you".
"Yes, yes, yes, victory celebration." Like a dutiful housekeeper, she grumbled irritably, "All you do is boss people around," while resignedly directing Sakura and Castor, who had also come to their senses, to clean up the "battlefield" on the coffee table, which had long since turned into a dessert war, in preparation for the actual victory celebration dinner. The apartment once again returned to its warm yet noisy daily routine unique to this large family.
However, the world outside the apartment was plunged into unprecedented chaos and panic by that silent trial of the king.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight illuminated the still-bustling city, explosive news spread like wildfire across the globe. From Times Square in New York to Piccadilly Circus in London, all the giant electronic screens were looping the same chilling satellite imagery—in the heart of Tokyo's financial center, the Suzuki Group headquarters building, a symbol of wealth and power, along with all its data and personnel, had been completely wiped off the map overnight. There was no explosion, no fire, not even a sign of an earthquake; it simply vanished before everyone's very eyes, leaving behind only a terrifying abyss, smooth as a mirror, seemingly from hell.
This triggered an epic upheaval in global financial markets, with countless stocks associated with the Suzuki Group instantly evaporating and the fear index soaring to an all-time high. Numerous conspiracy theories and doomsday prophecies circulated wildly online, ranging from "aliens' precision strikes" to "the opening of the gates of hell," with endless speculation. Top experts and scholars from around the world attempted to explain this miraculous phenomenon, completely beyond their comprehension, using their limited scientific knowledge. However, neither geologists nor physicists could offer any reasonable explanation for the abyss, smooth as if cut by a scalpel. They all failed.
Because this was not a catastrophe that any mortal could comprehend, nor was it mere chaos. It was an absolute erasure, precise to the atomic level, a surgical procedure, and the will and power behind it were far more terrifying than simple destruction. This was merely a small, capricious punishment by the king for another false king who dared to challenge his majesty.
……
In the classical tea room, the wafting aroma of tea dispelled the last chill of the morning, but it couldn't dispel the shock in Yura Chitose's heart. Watching the aerial footage of the abyss playing on a loop on the news, a complex, knowing, bitter smile appeared on her usually intelligent and cunning face. For the first time, her movements as she prepared her own tea paused almost imperceptibly. Her beautiful obsidian eyes, reflecting the destructive scene on the screen, were filled with deep apprehension and a hint of relieved acceptance. She finally understood that the being she had tried to "cooperate" with was far more powerful than she had imagined. She turned off the television and brewed herself a cup of cool, clear tea. She knew that from this day forward, the city's so-called "balance" had utterly lost its meaning. She, the "mediator" who had walked the line between right and wrong for centuries, had become utterly insignificant in the face of absolute power. Because this city no longer needed any mediators; it had welcomed a single, supreme king who could set all the rules.
……
The Black Dragon Society's headquarters, now the new heart of the city's underworld, exuded a somber and solemn atmosphere. Najenda stood silently before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the vast underground kingdom she now completely controlled. Behind her, Watanabe Ryuichi and all the Black Dragon Society's high-ranking members knelt respectfully on the ground like the most humble servants, even their breathing deliberately suppressed. These ruthless tyrants, who had tasted blood on the edge of a knife and long since disregarded life and death, had witnessed firsthand the unreasonable, absolute judgment of the mortal realm by a god. Their wild hearts, long consumed by violence and ambition, were now filled with primal awe, unable to conceive even a single thought of rebellion.
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“Watanabe,” Najendan said without turning around, her voice cold and indifferent, “I don’t want to hear those dirty words about drugs and human trafficking from any source again.”