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It felt like the first time I crossed over.

Subconsciously sat up from a big bed, **** the upper body and the young man with a bandage on the right side of his body observed the surroundings.

It is a simple and unpretentious room, with no extra decorations to decorate, only simple and very old looking furniture. The curtains were just casually covered with a few long cloths, and they were perfunctory.

The room is not small, but it is very empty because it is too simple and has almost no furniture.

Sniff your nose.

There was a smell of blood in the air, and a foul smell from the body.

It is surprising that all of his injuries have miraculously recovered, and that there is not even a single scar left.

Memories in the mind of the last moment.

There is no doubt that there is basically no difference between being hit head-on by such a weapon and being hit head-on by a 250-mm gun. The only difference is whether the body is in a fragmented state or a semi-fragmented state.

-- There is no reason to survive.

This is absolute, determined by the laws of nature and the extreme endurance of human beings themselves.

- But I survived.

It is beyond the common sense of human beings, and even the basic laws of nature can be reversed, and the power of pulling one's soul back from hell again.

For the first time, I had a fearful thought about the world.

For the first time, I became interested in exploring the unknowns of this world.

At the same time, it is also the first time to ...... Tasted death.

Wrath?

Not reconciled?

Or maybe it's something else.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, the pale boy came back to his senses from his extreme self-blame.

He's -- he's careless.

On that battlefield, because the final victory had been determined, at the last second, he actually had the idea that everything was over, and the tense muscles and nerves also relaxed at the moment when everyone shouted the slogan.

And the cost of laxity is dearly.

It's a shame.

It is a stain on the life that the teenager can't forgive and cover up at all.

Hatred is deep in my heart.

Feelings of anger and shame almost melted the mind.

When the anger was concentrated in the eyes, a strange orchid bloomed from the black pupils that widened in desperation.

Swish!

At this moment, the whole room became extremely strange, and countless black lines spread all over the line of sight, forming a complete "line" segment of the world.

These are the threads of life and death, a force that can cut off all cause and effect.

Beyond the knowledge of mortals.

Only those who have truly died once can obtain the power that can only be obtained by entering the depths of the "root" with an extremely rare probability and being pulled back into the human world again. Because we understand everything, we can master everything, and because we understand everything, we can destroy everything.

As long as it is within the "scope of cognition", there is no end that cannot be destroyed.

"-Death Eyes!?"

No, it's not.

There was indeed a yearning for this terrible power in my heart for a moment.

However, it doesn't feel right.

The teenager's body has fully recovered.

He slowly sat up from the bed and rubbed his feet on the dirt-covered floor.

After getting out of bed, he walked over to a dilapidated wooden table and stopped.

-- There's one thing he wants to confirm.

The Eye of Death is a force that destroys the "dead line" seen in the eye and "kills" an object from the root of existence. This power is in the form of any power, technology, fantasy, supernatural, substance, light, or faith. As long as there is an attribute called "existence" itself, the Eye of Death can easily erase it from this world.

However, the boy did not gain such a powerful power, but because the "mixed" blood in his body has not been cleaned up until now, the boy's own attributes are also very wonderful.

Now he is no longer a human being who can be explained.

The boy hovers between the human and the inhuman, between the monster and the relic.

Because.

He.

Inherited Arthur's blood.

More than ninety-seven percent of his body flowed with the blood that King Arthur had given him. It is precisely because of this that the young man was able to survive from the desperate situation of mortality, with the help of the power of Avalon's immortal scabbard.

- Phew!

Hand up and knife down.

Although it was not with a real knife.

The boy's hand slammed smoothly into the wooden table. If it was in his usual state, his strength would not be said to be wood, even a sharp iron sword would be easily pinched into a curly flower by him at this time. At the same time, with Avalon's healing power and King Arthur's red dragon blood, the boy is no longer in the norm.

But that's what is weird.

Obviously, it was split with one palm, but the power that was enough to break the steel and divide the gold had no effect on the wooden table. What was even more surprising was that after that, a faint golden light appeared in the young man's hand, and he went deep into the wooden table to pull something.

Caught!

The blue glow in the pupils flashed.

The boy jerked his hand out, and a piece of paper flew out with his hand.

"--That's exactly what happened. ”

Looking at the piece of paper in his hand, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly.

This power is indeed not the Eye of Death, which destroys all things, but the "Eye of the World" that has the power to see through everything. A power that is almost invincible, but hardly useful.

Because of the special identity of the teenager itself, this power did not appear in the posture it should have. Instead, it appears in the world in the form of pages or paper in the form of a "library of times" in the mind of a teenager. And only teenagers can see and use it.

The piece of paper pinched in Char's hand is nothing special, just a "just" of some detailed information.

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Cognitive source: Times Library

Type: Furniture

Type: Wooden table

Material: Wood (13-year-old youth tree, common type. ）

Normal Function: Daily

Combat features: Temporary shield to defend against normal weapons and arrows.

Enhancement: Yes.

Retrofitting: No.

Enhancement Source: Red Dragon's Blood. / Search for better wood on your own.

Source of Mana: Sheath of Avalon

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After reading this information, only two words could flash in Char's mind.

"--Treasure!"

Unlike Artoria's holy sword power, this kind of fortified cannon is used as a frontal battlefield. Char's strength is obviously a support type, and it is also a typical strengthening type.

The air around them became heavy.

Char gently pressed his right hand on his chest, feeling the powerful beating of his heart in the palm of his hand.

This is a new life that has been restored by Avalon and continues to be restored to the present day.

He's alive.

But he was supposed to die with the curse of King Henbos.

King Henbos's weapon had already turned into a bloodthirsty demon soldier because it had killed too many innocent people. And at the last moment on the battlefield. Knowing that the tide was over, King Henbos used his last breath and endless resentment to slash the cursed demon soldier deep into Char's body, leaving him with injuries that will never recover......

In other words, if Char loses the presence of Avalon in his body at this moment, he will die instantly.

Char's expression was a little complicated, a little hideous, a little distorted and helpless.

Because from the moment you recognize what you have gained......

He knew that his relationship with Artoria had changed dramatically.

It is no longer possible to be an equal being.

This is an ironclad fact.

And from this minute and second on, he drake. D. Char no longer helped Great Britain complete a reform in order to fulfill his ambitions. But from now on, he must devote himself wholeheartedly, even if his blood is dried up, his head is cut off, his eyes are blind and his ears are deaf, but as long as his heart is still beating, the blood is still boiling.

He is the last of the country's strongest lines of defense.

He is King Arthur's strongest and greatest trump card.

He was-

In order to repay the great favor of his life, he did not hesitate to destroy his ambitions, shed his proud appearance and indifferent character, and was willing to sacrifice everything for Artoria.

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A detailed explanation of the Noble Phantasm.

Antecedents: Because Char really died once, but was exchanged for blood by Artoria, Char successfully inherited his own blood and then successfully used Avalon to save his life.

Purpose: This setting is for the BUG of infinite resurrection + infinite healing in the later stage, so it is set that you must inherit Artoria's bloodline to use Avalon.

Consequences: Because I died once, I reached the root (the magic of the Holy Grail worldview, the root and so on have not changed, otherwise there is no way to explain the treasure.) But Char is an alien soul and is not recognized, so he can't get the Eye of Death. But because of the existence of the Library of the Times in his mind, the root compensated for the power that was similar to the power of strengthening magic.

However, this power is too strong compared to enhanced magic, so it is more appropriate to use enhanced magic skills. Because the raw material is the blood of the red dragon, and the enhanced magic is the EX-level Noble Phantasm Avalon. So it is destined to be an extremely high-end technology~

Specifically: This enhancement technique is limited, and it can only be strengthened by what the Times Library and Char himself knows, knows, and understands. To put it simply, it is something that Char can't recognize and explain, such as a treasure that can't be strengthened. In addition, the natural analysis of the treasure is not even possible to do basic confirmation.

PS: Although it can't strengthen the Noble Phantasm, Char can strengthen the gunpowder firearm...... This is also one of the standard equipment of his future equipment.

Final Relationship: Char is a rather proud and complacent bastard, who is aloof and dismissive of other people, treating them as African primitives and not wanting to communicate with them. However, Char was deeply influenced by his childhood education, and he believed that under the sky, he was righteous. He used to be a national righteousness, but now he will be transformed into a ...... for Artoria After all, this is a romance novel, right......? ）

Ahem, in short, this is a change of feelings, and for good reason. This will continue to be reinforced and reinforced in the following chapters to achieve a smooth transformation of Char's cognition. Otherwise, readers feel that Char has become too abrupt.

Today, I'm going to eat sushi with my friends.

Tomorrow will officially enter the royal city blood river scroll!