Magician in Type-Moon

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Moreover, it's not so easy to refuse someone whose identity you have.

Matou Ike never imagined that dining with the gods would happen to him.

Beelzebub's gaze was like a needle in his back, forcing him to remain steadfast. He gently raised his chin, as if waiting for him to make his final decision.

"Eat up, there's no problem." Familiar words came from beside her, but Matou Ike was all alone.

His 'companion' had somehow broken free of its restraints and quietly arrived beside him, without even the King of Hell not noticing.

Matou Ike was slightly taken aback, but the surprise in her heart vanished in an instant.

There's really no time to hesitate anymore. In this situation, there's only one choice: accept the invitation willingly or be forced to accept it.

After figuring it out, he slowly stood up, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Since we cannot resist it, we should take the initiative to meet it.

Matouchi's fingers touched the limb and felt a cold, sticky sensation, as if it still carried the remnants of life.

He took a deep breath and brought the piece of limb to his mouth.

The air was filled with the stench of decay and blood, almost making him nauseous, but an irresistible attraction made him close his eyes and slowly open his mouth.

Ok?

When he took a bite, an unexpected deliciousness filled his mouth.

The wonderful texture and delightful taste shocked him.

The cold and sticky exterior contrasts sharply with the soft and delicious interior, making it seem like a top-notch delicacy.

Matouchi unconsciously began to chew, each bite bringing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

The delicious taste seemed to directly stimulate his brain, giving him a feeling of pleasure.

He couldn't resist taking another bite, and this time the sensation was even stronger, as if the whole world had disappeared into this deliciousness, leaving only endless pleasure.

The 'companion' watched quietly from the side without making a sound, but a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

Beelzebub smiled, seemingly very pleased with Matouchi's reaction.

"Not bad, right?" He clapped his hands lightly, as if praising Matou Ike's courage.

Just as Matou Ike was about to take his third bite, the 'food' in his hand suddenly disappeared, leaving him with nothing.

“Gluttony may be a good virtue, but your soul cannot withstand such pressure,” Beelzebub’s voice rang out again.

Matou Ike was stunned for a moment, then felt a pain that seemed to emanate from his very soul, as if some kind of swelling was gradually spreading within his body.

That strange, delicious flavor churned in his stomach, transforming into an invisible force that impacted his soul.

Something unusual seemed to be changing his very nature.

A wisp of mist suddenly appeared behind him, enveloping his body.

Guided by the mist, the pain slowly dissipated, leaving only an indescribable sense of lightness.

The mist, as if alive, gently caressed his limbs, soothing his wounded soul.

It was as if an invisible force was flowing through his body, dispelling the swelling and pain.

"I don't think I invited you here, did I?" The ethereal voice rang out again, echoing all around as if coming from all directions.

The 'comrade' then revealed itself and responded calmly:

"Didn't you cross the line too? The time isn't up yet, are you already in such a hurry?"

Matouchi was still dizzy, digesting the divinity she had just absorbed from the food.

“You’re making too slow progress. Their tentacles have already reached in. If this continues, things will get out of control sooner or later.”

"It was expected that they would get involved, and things could not be controlled by me forever, but the future will definitely move in a favorable direction."

The 'companion', abandoning its usual gentleness, now spoke sharply to Beelzebub, who was a god.

"Hmph, you're quite confident, but Zeus reached in right under your nose yesterday. How can I not be anxious?"

Beelzebub questioned the man before him, a matter that had been weighing on his mind and was the main reason for his journey through the dream.

"He only managed to get involved because he had the power to restrain himself, and it's good for both of us that El-Melloi II survived."

"You were already about to overturn the world, are you still afraid of a situation like the Steel Lands?"

Upon hearing the reason, Beelzebub immediately mocked him.

Beelzebub’s tone was strange, or rather, it was strange that the words He spoke carried a tone.

Complete stillness is the true style of the gods.

The 'comrade' immediately noticed this and fell silent.

"You don't seem to be in a very good state right now?"

"Isn't that obvious? That guy next door extracted so much of my essence, and now he wants to reshape human reason because he thinks the struggle between humans can never be erased."

"They launched the so-called 'human reason incineration,' but in the end, it was defeated by a mere mortal."

"Although the power is slowly returning, it's a loss of the source!"

It would have been better if his 'comrade' hadn't brought this up, because bringing it up was like stepping on Beelzebub's sore spot.

Because of the absence of divinity, humanity flourishes, but as a deity, the balance between humanity and divinity must never be broken.

Whether it is the desires hidden in human nature or the emptiness in divinity, an excess of either will lead to the collapse of divinity.

At this moment, Beelzebub, overflowing with humanity, had long forgotten his pride and dignity as a god; he only wanted to spit two wads of phlegm on his 'comrade's' face...

Chapter 107 The Heart of the Barbarian God

Beelzebub's expression suddenly turned ferocious, his eyes flashing with a crazed light, and his voice began to carry obvious anger and resentment:

"Do you think I like this? That bastard stole my power and made me like this now!"

The 'companion' looked at Beelzebub, who was in a state of emotional turmoil, and sighed.

A wisp of mist emerged from his body, enveloping the food on the table. As it twisted and compressed, the bizarre and terrifying limbs merged with the mist on his body, transforming into something resembling a pill.

“This pill can temporarily stabilize the imbalance between your divinity and humanity.” The 'companion' handed the pill to Beelzebub, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness and warning. “But only temporarily.”

Beelzebub sneered, but still accepted the pill. His fingers trembled slightly, clearly indicating that the pill held immense appeal for him.

"You mortals can never understand our suffering."

Beelzebub put the pill in his mouth, and the ferocity and madness on his face gradually faded, replaced by a deep weariness and indifference.

"The location you provided is quite good. Although the divine nature within this evil god is incompatible with us, it is still plentiful and filling, which can temporarily alleviate my hunger."

His tone carried a hint of disdain, yet it couldn't hide a trace of satisfaction.

"It's just a matter of mutual benefit. His tentacles wanted to invade reality through my experiments, and I just followed the trail and found them," the 'companion' replied calmly.

"Take this with you. It's useless to me." Beelzebub waved his hand, and a mold resembling the Holy Grail appeared in the middle of the dining table.

Inside the mold was a heart that kept oozing filthy black mud.

"The Holy Grail? And it's the original one. How did you get such a thing?" The 'companion' was very interested in the item.

“The pigeon plotted against me back then, so it’s reasonable for me to take one or two of its things,” Beelzebub sneered, his tone laced with mockery.

"And another thing, this is the heart of a primordial god? Its quality is already comparable to that of a legitimate god's heart, right? Perhaps it's even more powerful than that of an ordinary god. You're willing to give it up?"

The 'companion' carefully examined the heart, a complex expression on its face.

“I have already extracted all the usable divinity from it. What’s left is just waste to me. If it stays in this city, something might happen. I might as well let you take it.”

Beelzebub said coldly, his tone revealing a hint of weariness.

"It seems taking down this evil god has taken a toll on you. I hope you'll keep your promise and live to see the end, even if it means clinging to life." There was a hint of sarcasm in his companion's voice.

"Get out of here. Although you saved me once, this is not a place for you to spout nonsense." Beelzebub's voice was cold, yet carried an undeniable authority.

As soon as he finished speaking, the world shattered like glass, and Matou Ike and his 'comrade' were instantly ejected from this space by a powerful force.

......

The clock ticked away, and Matouchi slowly opened his eyes, finding himself lying in a side room at Ryudouji Temple.

The sound of the bells seemed to come from a very far place, carrying a sense of disorientation and unreality.

My head hurts terribly, but after so many years of suffering from headaches, it seems almost insignificant now.

His body was very sore and swollen at the moment, and every muscle seemed to be reminding him of what he had just experienced.

He slowly groped his way to his feet, the soreness in his body and the dull pain in his head still lingering.

"Was that just a dream?"

He pressed his fingers against his temples, trying to relieve his headache; the quiet in the room contrasted sharply with the restlessness in his heart.

He looked around, trying to find a sense of reality in this simple room.

The soft glow of the oil lamp illuminated the room, making every detail seem both familiar and strangely unfamiliar.

Matou Ike raised her hand and pressed it to her forehead, trying hard to recall the dream she had just had.

The feeling of being in another world made him uneasy. Fragments of memories flashed by, but most of the content was blurry, as if shrouded in a fog.

"Companions? The City of Slugs?...And Beelzebub? This is utterly absurd. How could I have such a dream..."

The room's furnishings remained unchanged: a simple tatami mat, a wooden desk, a few stacked books, and an oil lamp emitting a warm glow.

An ancient landscape painting hangs on the wall, and a potted green plant sits in the corner; everything seems so peaceful.

However, this calm could not dispel the doubts in his heart.

Matou Ike walked to the desk, opened a book, and tried to distract himself by reading.

However, the words on the pages became blurry in his eyes, and his thoughts remained in that strange dream.

"Are these dreams... really just dreams?" he murmured to himself, the image of the temple covered in black mud, the dining table full of twisted limbs, and the cold eyes staring at him flashing through his mind.

Matou Ike shook her head, trying to shake off these chaotic thoughts.

He knew that no matter how real the dream was, the most important thing now was to stay calm and focus on the problems in reality.

He reached for the teacup beside him, wanting to take a sip of tea to refresh himself.