Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!

Chapter 1797 - 1795: Proposal? (This Kitten Ben, Regressed to a Kitty, Fears Nothing)

For Fang Zheng, finding the Right Seat of the Divine is not a hassle, but why should he go looking for them?

Isn’t it better to let them come to him?

Moreover, you may outrun the monk, but can you outrun the temple?

Certainly not.

So, the answer is quite simple.

Fang Zheng stopped his steps and looked up at the magnificent building before him.

St. Peter’s Basilica.

This is the symbol of Roman Orthodoxy, the center of power, and Michelangelo’s most proud work. But to Fang Zheng, it’s just a building that’s about to crumble.

Fang Zheng reached out his hand.

Flames burned before him, and then the Pitch Black Greatsword quietly appeared in Fang Zheng’s hand. Seeing this, the surrounding tourists and guards were quite surprised. However, before they could react, Fang Zheng gripped the Pitch Black Greatsword tightly, raised it high, and casually swung it down at the hall in front of him.

"———————!!"

In just an instant.

Howling winds rushed in, forcing the surrounding tourists to retreat. Meanwhile, the air current condensed on the Pitch Black Greatsword shot out in spirals, transformed into an invisible blade that directly pierced the relic in front of them. As the storm dispersed, everyone heard a booming sound, like an explosion, and in the next moment, the entire dome of St. Peter’s Basilica exploded, and the whole structure turned to dust, disappearing in the wind.

Leaving behind only a pity of broken walls and tourists inside the church still staring wide-eyed, not knowing what had happened.

However, Fang Zheng didn’t care.

He lifted his head, looking at the ruins of the church before him.

"Right Seat of the Divine, come out!"

Before Fang Zheng’s voice had even fallen, a group of soldiers quickly ran over, surrounding Fang Zheng. But looking at these soldiers, Fang Zheng merely snorted, and in the next moment, everyone within a kilometer radius around him suddenly flew up, as if swept into the sky by a storm.

"Wow ah ah ah!!"

Facing this sudden situation, the tourists also struggled, flailing their arms in the air. But when they closed their eyes, trying to resist the impact, they found themselves landing lightly on the ground like a feather. This inexplicable scene left them perplexed, staring at each other and then at the figure at the center of the square.

No one knew who that person was or what had happened.

But everyone had a premonition that perhaps what they were about to witness would change the entire world.

Soon, three figures shot over and landed beside Fang Zheng, surrounding him.

"Are you the one launching an attack against our great and holy Roman Orthodoxy? Heretic?!"

Standing in front of Fang Zheng was a woman in a yellow robe of cultivation, her face pierced with various studs, looking incredibly eerie. She opened her mouth, revealing a tongue hung with a cross, glaring at Fang Zheng like a snake before angeredly shouting.

"Heretic, heretic, you dare to destroy the symbol of the holy Roman Orthodoxy. Hehehe, but heretics are indeed like this. I will save everyone and wipe out all heretics. Hehehe, so, are you the representative of the heretics who declared war on us? Well then, come, let’s slaughter, the beginning of slaughtering 4 billion heretics, starts now hahahahaha!!"

To Fang Zheng’s left, a man in a green ceremonial robe, with a thin face, laughed heartily, raising his hands to the sky.

"Oh great Lord, please look at this, these are the heretics. They desecrate Your majesty and now they challenge Your power! And they will eventually perish!"

"To dare challenge the Right Seat of the Divine here directly, it seems you’re quite confident in yourself, kid."

To Fang Zheng’s right, a man in a red striped suit let out a chilling laugh.

"The Right Seat of the Divine......"

However, Fang Zheng didn’t even glance at them. He merely picked up the Ratziel in his hand and flipped a page.

"The wind ahead, the ground on the left, the fire on the right, right? Hmm, seems the water from behind didn’t come, oh well, doesn’t matter."

As he uttered the names of the three, Fang Zheng snapped the Ratziel shut, looking ahead.

"Well then, go die."

It was just such a simple sentence.

No movement, no magnificent spell, not even a reaction. The three remained standing there in their original poses. But that was all.

If looked at closely, it would be found that the flame of the soul in their eyes had completely extinguished the moment Fang Zheng’s words fell.

Instant death for mortals.

This is the eternal, irreparable gap between mortals and deities. A deity only needs a thought, an action, an idea, a word, to arbitrarily strip a mortal’s soul, destroying everything about them. No matter how much enormous power the Right Seat of the Divine possesses, what kind of spell, how horrifying the power, they are ultimately just mortals, and as long as they are mortal, they are powerless before a deity.

It’s just that simple.

Fang Zheng tightened his grip on the Pitch Black Greatsword, then suddenly swung it, and flames erupted violently, spreading from him, swallowing both him and the Right Seat of the Divine. After a while, the flames vanished, leaving the plaza devoid of any figure.

"............"

Seeing this, everyone was bewildered. What had just happened was too strange; they hadn’t even grasped it before it was all over. If it weren’t for the clear sight of the remaining walls of St. Peter’s Basilica nearby, these people might even think they had dreamed.

But for the Roman Orthodoxy, this was a nightmare.

However, all this was already past for Fang Zheng.

"Huh... saving the world once again, feels good."

Returning to the lab, Fang Zheng stretched. Yes, that’s how an unnamed hero is. Knowing who wants to start a war, just kill them directly. Like Emiya Kiritsugu, if Fang Zheng travels to his Fourth War, Fang Zheng would definitely kill him before Emiya Kiritsugu summons SABER.

Then those people in Higashi City wouldn’t die in vain, right?

Hmm, but then, it seems Illya wouldn’t be born...

I guess you can’t have your fish and eat bear paw...

But wait, if that’s the case, could I replace Emiya Kiritsugu, marry Irisviel, and have Illya?

That seems like a pretty good choice too...

Of course, to Fang Zheng now, it’s all just imagination.

At least marrying Irisviel... Hehehe, even if it’s real, Fang Zheng couldn’t do it, otherwise, the Heavenly Dao Palace would immediately explode on the spot, right?

"Lord Fang Zheng."

"Oh, Rem?"

Hearing Rem’s voice, Fang Zheng raised his head, looking at the blue-haired little maid standing before him.

"What’s up?"

"Someone’s looking for you."

"Who?"

"She claims to be a Martial Investigator."

"Martial Investigator?"

Hearing this, Fang Zheng was a bit taken aback.

"Arya?"

"No."

Rem shook her head.

"We’ve never met her."

"Oh, I see, then I’ll just go meet her."

Initially, Fang Zheng thought Arya had come knocking, but after giving it some thought, that couldn’t be right. When he took the Scarlet Bullet, everything was under Time Stop, Arya knew nothing about this. How could she cause trouble over it? Besides Arya, which other Martial Investigator would seek him out?

Could it be something happened with Riko?

That can’t be right either. If something happened with Riko, both Riko and Frenda would definitely contact him.

Thinking this, Fang Zheng followed Rem to the reception room and saw a short-haired girl in an Armed Detective Academy uniform standing there... Reiji?

Why is she here?

"You are...?"

Seeing Reiji in front of him, Fang Zheng was puzzled, unable to figure out why Reiji would look for him. Truth be told, the two hardly had any interaction—oh, wait, not true, Fang Zheng had blocked Reiji’s sniper fire twice. But during those times, neither was directly face-to-face; even Reiji’s name was something Fang Zheng had learned from Riko.

He hadn’t even spoken a word to this girl...

Could she be here for Riko?

But why come all the way to Academy City?

"I’m Reiji."

The short-haired girl standing there spoke calmly, her voice flat, her gaze steady. Riko mentioned she had a nickname at school: "Robot Reiji." It seemed indeed there were wrong names but no wrong nicknames.

"I’m Fang Zheng, I heard you were looking for me?"

"Yes."

Hearing Fang Zheng’s inquiry, Reiji nodded, staring at Fang Zheng, then spoke.

"I’ve finally found you, Professor Moriarty."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly—didn’t change at all.

"Oh, really?"

Fang Zheng yawned, then lightly petted the small kitten in his arms.

"So, why are you here to see me?"

Fang Zheng didn’t believe Reiji came all the way here to play the "You’re the Criminal" game with him. Arya might, but Reiji—a sniper coming here to play this game seemed way too much.

"I heard..."

"...Heard what?"

"The sound of the wind."

"...???"

Meow meow meow? What are you talking about?

"The wind has started to become chaotic."

While speaking, Reiji walked up to Fang Zheng, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on him. Meanwhile, both Ram and Rem frowned, watching Reiji. Although they were unsure what Reiji’s earlier words meant, it was clear this girl might not have good intentions.

However, just as Fang Zheng was about to listen to her further, Reiji suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

"........!!"

Witnessing this, Ram and Rem’s eyes widened in shock.

"Swish!"

Ram raised her hand, and a turbulent wind gathered in her palm.

"Clang!"

A gigantic Meteor Hammer fell from under Rem’s skirt, crashing heavily to the ground.

As for Fang Zheng himself...

The meat delivered to the door, why not eat it, but why give it for free?

"What do you mean by this?"

Fang Zheng frowned, looking at Reiji in front of him.

"It’s simple."

Reiji looked at Fang Zheng, her mechanical eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Please marry me."

"........Huh? What did you say?"

"I’m proposing to you."

".........??"

"So, what’s your answer, Professor Moriarty?"

"An answer..."

Fang Zheng petted the little kitten in his arms.

"Then... can I brush my teeth first before we talk, okay?"