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He murmured softly, his right hand tracing patterns in the air, his fingertips creating subtle ripples of gravity.
"In the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure world, evolution can be achieved using the Earth's rotation and unusual gravitational fields, but here—"
He clenched his fist tightly, and a crisp sound like shattering glass filled the air.
Several magic books on the bookshelf suddenly floated up, their gold lettering on the covers shimmering in the moonlight.
This is the rule-rewriting ability he gained in the Type-Moon world, which can temporarily distort the laws of physics, but can never reach the deeper world rules.
"Storm Tower..."
Shiraishi's pupils contracted slightly, and a blue data stream, visible only to him, appeared on his retina.
That was a fragment of the system he obtained when he traveled through time, and it was currently displaying the underlying architecture of the Type-Moon world—a thin film woven from countless glowing lines, wrapping the entire planet like plastic wrap.
Whenever he tries to break free from this constraint, the membrane ripples, and the restraining force from the root follows him like a shadow.
Suddenly, a pair of icy hands wrapped around his neck from behind.
Mana Ouma's silver hair fell over his shoulders, the ends of which carried the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.
"Thinking about that ceremony again?"
Her breath brushed against my ear, her voice like a honey-soaked blade.
"You've been staring at that book, 'On the Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres,' for three hours and seven minutes."
Shiraishi Kawa grasped her restless wrist, its touch as smooth and warm as jade.
Zhenming's body temperature is always a few degrees lower than normal, which is a side effect of the Void Gene.
As he turned around, he saw her bare feet on the Persian carpet, her nightgown straps slipping down to her arms, revealing the crystalline patterns spreading across her collarbone.
"｀奇贰拌令4X起^#s8-. The position is incorrect."
Shiraishichuan rubbed the crystals on her collarbone with his thumb.
"Do's choice of Cape Canaveral in the original work was not accidental. The Earth's rotation, tidal forces, and even the Moon's gravity were all calculated. But the physical rules of the Type-Moon world are merely a manifestation of the magic disk..."
He suddenly stopped because Zhenming was gently biting his fingertip with her teeth.
"So you need an answer that isn't based on physics."
She straddled his lap, her skirt blooming like flower petals.
"It is the right position in a symbolic sense."
Data streams flashed in her crystal-clear pupils, a special ability she possessed as Eve—(Like Zhao)—reinterpreted in the Type-Moon world as something akin to the Mystic Eye.
Shiraishikawa suddenly pressed down on the back of her neck, and their foreheads touched.
The gravitational field twisted around them, causing the glasses on the coffee table to levitate and spin.
“Araya Souren failed in his pursuit of the root because he viewed the world as a computable equation.”
His voice had a magnetic resonance.
"But the inhibitory force itself is in the equation."
Zhenming suddenly chuckled and tapped his chest with her finger.
"Have you forgotten? How did we find the outbreak point of the Apocalypse virus in the last world?"
Her fingernails shimmered with iridescent light, tracing constellation-like lines in the air.
Chapter 421 Observing the Mother of Cloth
"Coordinates provided by future vision (future-foresight) users."
The living room suddenly fell silent.
Shiraishi's pupils contracted sharply as the system fragments frantically refreshed data in his field of vision.
The three categories of future vision are presented in the form of holographic projection:
[Predictive Vision] is commonly found in the Clock Tower's Spirit Summoning Department, such as Rin Tohsaka's gem divination;
[Measurement] The dolls made by Touko Aozaki possess similar functions;
Under the entry for "Absolute Future Vision," only one name is listed—the Mother of Guanbuzi.
"The answer was so simple."
Shiraishikawa suddenly burst into laughter, and the gravitational wave caused the chandelier to sway.
He lifted Zhenming up by her waist.
"My Eve is always the smartest one."
Zhenming's nightgown fluttered in the air, its crystalline patterns resembling a star map under the moonlight.
When she fell back into his arms, her arms were already wrapped around his neck.
Their noses almost touched, and Shiraishi could count the tiny ice crystals that had formed on her 797 eyelashes—a sign of the overflowing power of the void.
"award."
Zhenming spoke in a breathy voice, her lips brushing against his jawline.
Her heartbeat was exceptionally clear, as if amplified ten times and transmitted into Shiraishi's ears.
This is a side effect of gravity manipulation; his five senses are becoming more acute as his abilities evolve.
Shiraishi suddenly rolled over and pinned her to the sofa.
Her true name's silver hair spread out on the dark leather like moonlight.
He noticed the faint blush on the tips of her ears, a striking contrast to her usual composed demeanor.
What reward do you want this time?
He deliberately lowered his voice and pressed his fingertips against her carotid artery.
Beneath the skin there, blue crystals flickered with each pulse.
Suddenly, Zhenming bit her lower lip and wrapped her legs around his waist. The neckline of her nightgown slipped completely during the movement, revealing clusters of crystalline substance spreading along her shoulder blades.
"You know..."
Her voice trembled slightly as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Rewrite it with your rules, so that I..."
The second half of the sentence turned into a gasp for breath.
Shiraishi's right hand was already pressed against her heart, and ripples of gravity spread outwards.
Suddenly, crystal clusters grew on Zhenming's back, piercing her skin and suspending in the air, forming constantly changing geometric shapes.
This is an ability that Shiraishikawa recently discovered—to manipulate her void crystals using gravitational fields.
"Look, your star chart."
He whispered in her ear as he watched the crystals form the constellation Orion above them.
The pupils of the true name have completely transformed into lenses, reflecting countless starlight.
The next evening, Shiraishikawa stood at the apartment entrance, looked up at the gloomy sky, and smiled slightly.
"What a beautiful day."
He muttered to himself, tightening the collar of his trench coat.
He had already mentioned tonight's plan to Masami, Ryougi Shiki, and Asagami Fujino during the day, but their reactions were surprisingly consistent—they showed no interest whatsoever.
"Fortune telling?"
At the time, Zhenming was fiddling with her dagger, without even looking up.
"Isn't the future meant to be disrupted?"
Ryougi Shiki leaned against the window, her Mystic Eyes of Death Perception gleaming faintly in the shadows.
"Knowing too much makes life less interesting."
What surprised him most was Fujino's attitude.
The girl who always smiled quietly shook her head gently.
"My fate has long been intertwined with yours, Lord Shiraishi. Whether you know it or not, what difference does it make?"
Thinking of this, Shiraishi chuckled softly and stepped into the night.
The night in Kanbuko City was much more lively than in Fuyuki City, with crowds thronging the streets, as if the explosion at Ogawa's apartment building yesterday had never happened.
The police's busy work actually made the thugs in those dark corners behave much less, which was an unexpected benefit.
He turned into a narrow alley.
Such a place would be a den of iniquity in any city, but tonight, something more important is hidden here.
"Observe the mother of Buzi..."
Shiraishi murmured the name, his steps still steady in the darkness.
A woman with absolute future vision, a being who can see through the threads of all destiny.
At the end of the alley, a faint candlelight flickered in the wind.
A woman dressed in a black robe sat at a small table covered with a purple tablecloth.
The large veil covered most of her face, revealing only a round chin and a few strands of gray hair.
"Welcome, lost traveler."
Her voice was hoarse yet warm, like a cup of hot tea on a winter's day.
Shiraishikawa raised an eyebrow.
"Are you Guanbuzi's mother?"
"A name is just a label."
Chapter 422: Statement of Facts
The old woman raised her head, her eyes beneath the veil gleaming with an unusual light.
"What I need to know is what I can see and what you want to know."